wrote my first bars at a hotel with pops, smoked my first blunt with Eddie and mahn joking round cops, moping bout drops and drops of the trails of the other scent of disappointment, minorities failed by the government, my mother coined it
a leg taken from the black man’s hysteria, head of the black man being hunted this is amerika, killing brothas and sistas our misters left and dismissed us as pieces of poverty stricken in our area
lord knows who started it, black babies with no guardians, grandpops a slandered aryan, excused me for my tardiness
Shit stuns one like a scorpion, i see the gods i speak it, these niggas is frauds u can see it, i meet the squad so i lead it, i trick the odds for the treatment, blood on my hands from depression
ima failure, be better than me this is ur lesson, was i supposed to be here rapping dear lord these are my questions, if this shit doesn’t work with passivity i proceed with aggression
my ego receiving regression, i beat the beat up this session, a martin gina catrina, up in Virginia, confession
my projects meaner get meaner so bitch i greet her no question, no question .
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