Your head heard about poverty But your mind thought about deny Deny deny, don't think about those And lie, lie about your fathers Lie about your name Represent your style Making it poor to get game
Smoke that blunt Go "fly high" Leave reality You ******* who denies You say you love You say you care You think your preaches Will leave you fair
You **** while you talk When you spit hypocrisy You **** while you type Into a so called democracy
You ain't doing ***** I too ain't a pearl Haven't you heard? I to the poor I to the capital I to society haven't said a word I keep quiet I keep it simple I'll prefer to say nothin' Than **** lies to society Prefer to root my feet in reality To fight stern when they call me I ain't done **** so far I'll say my prayers if I die And you will keep flying by: "Go away society". Make peace with nothing Yeah you'll go high Suffocate in your smoke 'Cause you ain't got no wings to fly.
no hate for **** by the way. This poem is a rant for a few "friends"