dear stereotypical people,
you make me sick.
i mean, who are you to tell me what i can and can't do because i don't have a ****?
why do you think that this is a rap? is it because i'm black?
because i live on an island, i must be wild and uncouth?
and whenever i speak my mind, i'm another rebellious youth?
dear stereotypical people,
you see my glasses and call me a nerd?
and make fun of me because I know of words you've never heard?
oh i'm sorry, that i took my education seriously.
and i swear if another person says 'girl you're so tall, you have to play ball.'
i'm gonna run head first into a gaddamn wall.
dear stereotypical people,
why do you trust the white man in a suit but not the black man in the hoodie?
is it because he looks cleans and exudes goodie goodie?
dear stereotypical people,
please mind your business
which i'm pretty sure doesn't include how that teenage mom and her child are living.
dear stereotypical people,
why do women that are open about *** make you wanna run away?
i mean, i'm pretty sure it shouldn't matter what she does with her body unless she's your wife
my God, why can't y'all let people live their lives?
dear straight men that lust over gay women,
NO WE DONT WANT TO ******* WITH YOU
**** it, we like the same thing you do!
dear people of the world,
yes I live in the Bahamas
no I do not live in a hut, eat coconuts and go on the beach every day.
dear stereotypical people,
i promise i don't hate you
i do hate how you look down upon people that live differently from you, that see differently from you, that think differently from you.
i would hope that you know that this world does not revolve around you, no one will stop being who they are because of you.
don't get me wrong, some people hurt because of what you do.
just think about how you would feel if it were you.
my prayer is only that you think before you say.
and maybe one day, you'll all see the error in your ways.

yea bro i could see prophecy
laying on my conscious vividly
got enemies in a flee
as i tick like a flea penching nerves cant dogde or curve
my intellect which selects
from semi to auto my frame
blowin up like octane no remains
cuz that ******* numb my brain
straight insane i can hear the rain against my window pane
its sunshine and darkness at the same time bust through the rhymes entice crimes
once i open my mind pack twin nines while puffin on pine
let the bass thump for alpine
one time
gotta look out scopin with my optics operation ghetto hard to let go
of all of the pain as i strain
every ounce of this jane
man i miss my homies
who died and gone
but every now and then
i hear them through this song
wind blows against my temple
maybe its my ancestors speakin to me
now i got the power of nat turner
lookin for my adversaries with the burner
uh i create more chaos than Bagdad
check the mystics out my Goodie Bag yea


yea popped off my collar tag
Gave up my house and the jag
refused the goodie bag
that the government handed me see me
I be in hibernation secrecy
with all types of weaponry
from guns to arrows keep eyes on the sparrow
**** the modern day Pharoah
even though they want six feet below
but my conscious risen
awaken opened my mind up from bakin'
no Time for fakin' takin'
every chance I get
to crus corporate ******
then let the maggots
feed off there earthly flesh I can attest
as I bomb this muthaphukka
and put all my adversaries to rest
know I'm seyin