Lyrics:
tucked in my sock
Hoodie low. Brass knuckles in My pocket
Music high
Xanax with my liquor to get by
What I got in my school bag
Pills and a book of rhymes
should we fear instead?
Okay I got it
It's all of the people in the projects
Black and Hispanic always trying to steal my contents
Without a conscience
a fact
I'm not African American cause my color is black
The n word doesn't specifically mean black
The hard r doesn't specifically mean black
Negro only
white
Yea I may be a young educated black male
And break statistical barriers
But accept me for my background
Accept me for my culture
Accept me for my
style
static never had any so I'm packin a black
automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay
down on wax,
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
Masses get it at the last minute
I black-up black-up your eye
Stake claim on rim of time bright
Envelop my knee
Seal softly blacktop
Burn at sky
Scrape
Masses get it at the last minute
I black-up black-up your eye
Stake claim on rim of time bright
Envelop my knee
Seal softly blacktop
Burn at sky
Scrape
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and
hope
Just cause I don't have a cuff on my wrist, doesn't mean it's not hard to exist
The fear the embarrassment, all at your hand, but black privilege
humbled, love yourself, thankful for today, I don't really pray
God is just a concept by which we measure all our pain, nothing seems the same as it did
shown me loyalty, but I didn't blame her
Cause I didn't know that she ain't get the concept
I be giving my time to them people, now I'm giving time
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
Just checkin' my microphone once
As I check your audio
Increase the bass response
Hope n the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip
And pop
balk quiver, mask off so I talk slicker
Black heart with this dark liver, past times and this hard liquor
Questions often in mind am I losing my time?
Get the fuck out
Cause under my roof you live by my rules, son
I make you wanna bounce
Bounce sage Francis makes you wanna
Bounce joey Beat's beats
by a cannon of sin
Where we'll reluctantly let them in.
So can I lie in your grave, at the edge at the end of the world
Where I will sit with my
they think but they I ignore I have gained hope that they can't destroy
Sharpened by jade it powers my sword
Boundaries made is like my armor
I tell you
mommas
(Where's the love)
I think they all distracted by the drama and
Attracted to the trauma, mamma
(Where's the love)
I think they don't understand
to comfort when I'm feeling alone
I'm feeling
Oh so neglected and I'm all by myself
This vicious cycle broke me down and took a toll on my health
Depression
here's the ultimatum
Breathe in glass, Smoke and mirrors, you were never there
Entrepreneurs wet dream
Death of the working man
Execution by corporation
My
a beehive
The melody and concepts I got lost behind
Even when I tried to bring it back across the tide
Even when my grandma would whoop on my behind
I tugged
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
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