Kydeem Alexander - 11PM In Bensalem lyrics

[Verse 1] You n***as catching bars like yall catching cabs Yall wave your hand up To get picked up I'm in the lab formulating rhymes While yall celebrating small times Where yall barely shine I post a status now they wanna step outta line You can wear that ugly a** sweater I'll make it look better Shooting bars like I popped a Beretta Call me king like the husband of the lady Coretta Rest in peace I gotta crown I see through all of you clowns/like a Ultra Sound You rapping about popping percs While n***as is getting merked I'll go berserk like red & blue candies Yellow & green You jello & cream Black people we need to be United Not divided They lock us up & give us numbers Awake from the slumber Black man is the target at birth To them you're only worth/the same is what they get outta dirt White T shirt/turned crimson Shots penetrated the body Down with the body My brother has his hands up That's f**ed up! We're pointing Glocks at each other k**ing each other Why? For the fact they give us guns & d** Pull away employment Deployment of slugs in another brothers mug Next/the mug shot/after giving out head shots All of that/to make dirty money Instead of honest money Tears flowing nose runny A mother just lost a son To a corrupted cop welding a gun United we stand/divided we fall Like a choice & your finger tips You make the call Every move you make Decides your fate...Yeah! I gotta a couple rounds in a magazine like gum ads All paragraphs written Rhymes never ghostwriten My catalog can be heard & bitten But it's like a a**hole yall ain't sh** if yall ain't eaten So it's all good Eat sleep work & rap Then I'm repeating Bonding well with ya boy stop dick beating (Laugh) You Whack Manning Your flow whack mannnnn! My bars crack mannnnn! (Laugh) (Acapella) There is good in the bad & bad in the good You'll find both in the hood A pack of skittles & shots in the body I wanna have a son some day & don't wanna place dirt over his body If I stood my ground I'd be in jail on d**h row like Suge A man wanna bond with his child Not bury his child All you rappers are my sons! Hotter than phoneix Broken bones when throwing stones Words don't condone action only when acted appon Change Gone Come like mad squablz All of you clowns been dead it isn't unmissable How can I end ya career if it never start If raps your life I'm snapping it's neck & stomping the spinal cord & stabbing the liver Now that's bodying a rapper I want all my black people to be safe in the streets Letting go of all the hate & bitter feelings between the family That's the start to better our image I must be misunderstood like im Deion No waiters Waiting for change? Be the change they won't accept the change So I'll keep my 2 cents to myself Wait I just gave it NAW keep it Vibes Of Sincerity is on the way! Another one! Another one!