I ain't spoke in a minute, slowly inflicted while the hope is diminished
Surely alone in the instant, known as a witness, scoping the zone with an intent
Motives are intense, prone as I'm throwing forgiveness to those who are sworn to be clones in this
World full of mischief, blowing the smoke like it's incense, cold on this globe while it spins I…
…think I'm really out my mind when I see n***as posted with a cap and gown in the
Hood never giving them the daps and pounds understood mother f**er they will clap some rounds
Wood under cover it's the caskets sound and the look on these mothers when they should have discovered that the
Push isn't blunted it's the path thats bound no good listen brother no one's laughing now
All these realer n***as screaming “Black Lives Matter” but they clap five thinking they won't back slide faster
That crime misery attached I'm, wishing it would capsize, looking at this damn prime factor these
Black guys getting ramped high spitting fast rhymes thinking thats fine while the cats strike isn't that
Nice getting slapped by little acts time to relax try love instead of ma** disaster
Watch how they run back, screaming "f** Police” every moment that a gun claps
I'm amazed at these rug rats, wanna claim their set during crime man who does that?
So I guess that as long as n***as dipping and dogging gripping bigger resolve the feeling isn't the
Problem with it, but that action, so either n***as stop committing, or it's madness, getting it
Gone