Man, if I ever let this shit die - I can't abide.
Nigga's rather sit there and analyze another man's demise...
Talking about he had fentanyl in his system, with a knee on his neck...
And Emmitt Till had bees they were trying swat, when they beat him to death...
Better believe there's a threat of the senses -social media gets...
The blood flowing, so it's like cocaine when you are reading them texts.
They will shoot you. Tell you being subhuman is something you should get use to.
Before the gears start turning in your head, you'll have some screws, loose..
Uncle Sam, in hand, with a huge noose..
As your own people shoot at you, with the deuce deuce.
Don't become a face on a T shirt, before you are 21.
Watch your family history come undone, with somebody's gun.
In a blaze of glory... ain't no changing the story
Stories of the Megan's and Tory's pre-dated in the pages, before me.
Run on capital and meet quotas, in small office rooms
With KPI metrics and suit and tie devils, watching you
If my story is written, it's written. No publisher edits.
They want footnote fame; they want some of your credit
They want your money and they will kill you for it, then walk away...
Hug your mom at the funeral service, ask if your Pop's OK.
Give condolences to your children, say that they'll 'care of them'
"If they need anything, don't hesitate - I'll be there for them"
Nuanced tales, like stories of Rich Porter and Alpo...
Shoot up the mama's house, so you know it ain't just about doe'
Watch foundations crack up under me when I'm hungry, b.
Throw salt in the wounds - this ain't nothing 'sweet'.
I know it's cutting deep... blood is thicker than water...
So, the blood will leak... aspirations are tongue and cheek.