From rag too riches
but still yet no ambition
forever in life shall i be ever trippin

"Better not be lippin on my bottle"
baby-mama with the attitude always drinking
Oh whatta ****** model

Oh yes
My ego goes full throtel
when i avoid the fact
our relationship is
so hostile

too bad that im addicted
too that
Im in love with the whack
you always profess that
that ill climb the ladder
and push all the other Cats back.

And i dont even know if i can even
******* ask that
So in reality baby
you better bring
that ****** *** back

Please

Wait i shouldnt have to plead
just like you being
lactose intolerant
i wouldnt feed ya cheese

I look at you and see eternity
you look at me and it confirms me.
burdened by the enviromental adversary
you'll never be a curse to me.
we come from nothing
had nothing
birthed too be trialed by trauma
we never thought this **** was fair
so i guess in the end
i just really want us to share.

He explained the rationale
of the change
she said
"Boy where did you lose you brain?"
he saw more worth
in loose change

Thats the curse of analysing pain.

I feel the uniqueness
the beautifulness.
Every fabric of
my self is wrapped
in difference.

People question colour
stating that they dont see.
Everything about us
is just pure heresy.

I'll never pick.

I'm one blessed with
the gift of cultures
you can question me
but your
the ******* vulture.

Yeah my main girl looks just like yo mama
that ***** so funny
but still who the **** do i choose

****

Yeah my main girl gives me so much drama
but yet its her who
makes me feel so loose

****

But what about my truth man
just like i ****** in the pool man
my lie's spread like blue
then they point fingers
just at you

Nah i aint gonna take that conviction
Your energy is a terrible afliction
but your soul is my addiction
what am i kiddin
i aint flexing
i just cant be ****** texting
so dont take this like a
personal attack on you
its just i think of ya mama when im in you

Whats pain if you can't even feel
Whats motivation if you can't taste the meal
loving life can be so hard
when your so far
I played with my own life
like strumming on a broken guitar
i wonder  
are you finished or still stuck on B.E.T.A
i wonder
are we ever gonna do a feature
but
they'll never seek ya
only want to beat ya
lifes one wicked
motherf*cking  teacher

I was born adopted too paranoia
My mothers touch was her only joy
and I dearly loved what
I could only destroy
for lifes ambition is too
seek what i create and
make it untold.

      For everyone else im a dumb brown boy.