Welcome to the auction down in Tennessee
Get 2 ****** for a k with a 3
If you don't buy him now he'll get found selling ****
He used to have a dad who left so when he gets a son he'll leave
Believe too
You got 1 but need two
You get a lightskin for the house
Who can clean some greens to
His baby momma's named rashonda who got nice weave to
The dark ones mentally scarred because his ****** were killed
The lightskin was for the house
The dark skin for the field
If he calls girls ******* then the ***** is real
If he's smart and educated then he holds no appeal ( pause )
Yea my names society and I got ****** of all sizes
And varieties
I got ****** from the ghetto who were Gucci with fake diamond rings
His kind and the cops will forever hold a  rivalry
That's part of his anxiety
His intellect is 0 cause his teachers never taught
If you teach the ***** things then he can form his own thoughts
All he needs to know is violence ,war, *** and gunshots
Yea his mind is distraught
Filled with drugs and mugshots
Education is the key but people tend to change the locks
We used to fear the criminals but now we fear the cops
We are having a revelation detox
We get consumed by material things that we bought
So you can buy him make him work I promise he'll never rebel
You can burn him and **** him
But he'll still **** himself

I'm a ******* crow. And I love it. I'm Black ,unique ,feared, and above all I'm misunderstood. I am a epitome of fear. A symbol of the unknown. Which makes perfect since considering I am unknown. Most think of birds and  think of colors. All colorful birds are thought to be different because of their colors and their physical attributes,But appearance means nothing. They are different on the outside but on the inside they are all the same. No matter how different they look. Most of their attributes are beautiful. From their vibrant colors to their interesting looking beaks. But I'm different, I look plain. I look dead. I look boring and scary and people never look past appearance. They never have and they never will. If they did then crows like me would be a symbol of poeticness, creativeness, and pure brilliance.  My sub songs misinterpreted by all that hear them. They think they are obnoxious and rude. While I see them as sentimental and beautiful. I sing my songs out of tiredness of oppression brought to me by society and neglect-ion brought to me by my peers. But it's okay I will always fly. And even when the terrible twisted world I live in takes my wings I will still be heard. Either because my sub songs annoy the **** outta you or cause you look past the screeching sound and find the true Beauty to my madness.

There's a new drug on the streets called love .if you never try it you always  wonder how it feels. You try it once and you either enjoy the feeling or you hate it cause you hate the fact that one person can have that much control over your happiness. You control your happiness but once you use the drug it's not up to you anymore cause the drug is in your body and intoxicates your mind until you are no longer self-dependent. You let the drug have control over you and you love the feeling. Your happy, care free, and joyous as ****. But too much of something kills you. Especially this drug. People tell you things like "your too young" or "you need to focus on yourself" ; to make you stop because they've experienced the drug and they know what it can do. But of course you done listen because the feeling you have when you take the drug is the most alive you have ever felt. So you overdose.....

You feel happy for an extended period of time but just like everything else on this sick twisted world nothing lasts. So your happier than you've ever been and then it's over..... and you don't even know what happened.

Self expression is a weapon used by people with depression
Used by people who have meaning
Used by people with reflecting
The world is only good at telling lies and then neglecting
Don't mean to be disrespecting
But the governments subjecting
The worlds been subjugated
The worlds been made  distraught
Because the worlds  been filled with hatred
Real rap has never been  appreciated
God is in my life
But people swear I act like satan
I don't feel  satanic
When people hear my true thoughts that's when people start to panic
They don't know  I'm that deep
But they know that I  cause damage
My emotions never  sink
That's what they said that bout the titanic
None of what earned was ever handed
I have been through the struggle
But I always tried to manage
And by managing
I did ignore my vanity
And then remained my sanity
I hope that I don't leave the rap game empty handed b
Intelligence man that's what Jesus handed me
I ask him for forgiveness and I say that **** demandingly

life is so distant
society is lies and the truth is always different
the way that people look at me just makes me feel dismissive
and I guess my chance just comes and goes
but I always seem to miss it

Close your eyes and run

Everything I represent is slowly ******* dying
My grades are bad I hate my life and I'm tired of trying
I wish that I could spend my entire life crying
But I can't even cry no more, ain't that terrible timing
My ex girl said she loved me but she obviously was lying
I drink and I feel grounded
But id much rather be flying