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This song may seem like simple words
Written with a pen 'n pad.
But I assure you, it's more than that.
It's good's blend with bad
Recuperating from when you sent your jabs.
It's beyond the walls, where men are trapped
Being executed, and at their centre, strapped.
If you took my time, spent with rap..
You'd take my spine, bend and snap.
And so you did, with your knife and then you stabbed.
You are nothing, but senseless rhymes.
Taking pride in someone else's sentenced crimes.
A mere, but splendid high
Waste of a memory that's been spent in time.
You have everything, but still you tend to whine.
While I, I get nothing and still commence to rhyme.
Take from me what you will, I will only give more.
Wouldn't you if it were something you lived for?
Think about what rap could’ve taught
If you never took that shot
Then you ran off, taking no lesson with you
But leaving a father of realism with a wound in his tissue
He died quick and left a large spot to fill
All because of you, and your shot to kill
Corrupted?
No, that is not close to the way I'd describe my daughters and sons.
You make them think that they can solve bothers with guns.
They want to be ballers.. so young.
And can you call them father and son?
Of course not.
Look at Marvin Gaye's murder.
A parent sending a son to the grave's borders.
We MUST stop these bickering fights.
Am I the only one who sees through these flickering lights?
No, but some just love to thicken the strife.
I could easily be like you, prevent one from living the life.
But no, I choose these that I write
To key up my rights
From the keys that I type
To what I speak on the mic..
Nothing will change the fact that y'all arguements is just the thesis type
And yes, Jesus was white.
It was he, he whom Mother Mary bared.
You claim that you're rarely scared..
But God's photo is all over your walls and STILL barely there.
Afraid of slaves, yet you call them ancestors.
And when the cam's not centered, you throw out your fan letters.
But, you, YOU will be the slave when MY fam enters.
So go ahead, rap some bullshit and do your drugs.
But when someone tries to rob you, will you sue your fellow thugs?
Sure, you cats are pretty hardcore.
But me, I prefer the stage of the bar more.
Just something about that feeling when your life enters the bottle.
You pour it in as your sip it out.
Now you're a role model.
Think about what rap could’ve taught
If you never took that shot
Then you ran off, taking no lesson with you
But leaving a father of realism with a wound in his tissue
He died quick and left a large spot to fill
All because of you, and your shot to kill
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