trapped in a box
but i really dont mind
glass bottle on the shelf thatll help the rewind
back to when troubles were lined
rehearsed before you got the ticket or fined
you walk around with your head on your *** cuz you got spined
i laugh with my head in the clouds that stop before nine
its closed up shop
too full for at the top
god said i only take the cream of the crop
and you can stand outside with those white cops
yea that was a stab at white people
i know what race i am
but you dont know when the race began
im just saying life aint fair
yea got that straight hair mole on face
temper too short
for you to walk your *** to the water of grace
its too hot out
and i cant stand this
other peoples can even find there manners
to shut the **** up
and get on with life
no color will decide gods price
not time or brother too good for that dice
we will all learn that we are all just mice