We once made
A pact
To always remain
The same
For us not to
Congregate with America
Were not what's become
Call me the slum
I'll make you ***
Give the old dog a bone
Where I saw your daddy
On the other side of the road
****
You should see
what they say about me
Call me touch and go
**** them
Little hoes
There ******
Don't want to own up too
Being a men
Being a woman
But us
Were what the real stuff
Is made up of
People hate that
We live
And we love
Every day
Every way
And when we hate
We pray
Trying to block us
From their reality
Sitting down
Watching their TV
Dyeing free
Ain't even got **** to read
I miss calling it
Pizza from the bin
That the last man
Tossed in
A waste
But my sin
I'm a Smoking *****
Calling ground score
Lighting half butts
Kicking me were it hurts
I'm riding in a hurst  
Puking up my guts
On society
Leaving
Thinking
It's better than me
Na
I left it a long
Time ago
Thought you'd know by now
Eazy doez it