Make it special, not delicious but like spatial
in my mind, curves and dimes, rolling the weed like facial
cream, so smooth, rub that dirt off the shoulders no DOYS
can solve the problems of this kid, named sid, true blood
on the ground, from verbal shots of sound of the children
that run and play on the slides, chutes into the floor mud
such dries and becomes the crud we break this building
of steel and cold, where is the fire to warm and heal.
living southside, my boys gots to protect their hide
we roll tinted window, but cant see the books
A-B on nintendo, jump real high avoid the crooks
so we pray, dear jesus, k** the fetus
trump trump, i am the don drop the hammer
on my gloch, no boardwalk lined with body chalk
we turn, we look, to the top but Obama just flop
on the beach, no reach to the ghetto slammer
Divided States of America, two countries,
the joker laughs as laws pa**ed of politouchies
can get wet, treble now set, here my ba** beat,
we will join as one voice raise hell and heat
gas of BTUs on high burnin down the king's
throne but watch the predator drone is shown
dropping bombs of despair and suburbs dont care
about the little people wear absesbtobie and b**h
is dragging on the ground like a crack addicts twitch.