Black Beetles

Low on self-esteem, fools been out for me

Someones watching me, this world ain't proper

Be thinking I could be dead

Low on self-esteem, fools been out for me

Someones watching me, this love ain't proper

Be thinking I could be dead

And I guess we them little black beetles

Just want attractive singles

And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles

I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it's still legal

Weeding through cathedrals applied to my cerebral

They ain't built they feeble, driven by the ego

The vision of a eagle, see the vision in my people

How many lives will they take today? We ain't equal

Another world where it's sequel a doomsday prequel

This ain't the world we thought it was when we as in pre-school

Sometimes it's hard to be cool, sometimes I feel like I'm see-thru

Sometimes I really wish, yo I wish that I could be you

Away from all the Hollywood acts and record contracts

I won't say I take it back, because I worked hard for that

But this life ain't turn out to be what it seem

Ever since I woke up I been living in a dream

Got me

Who would've thought a marchin' Martin could spark a starvin' artist

Spit art, at heart young Marcus Garvey

Ponders on it, hardly, rap wonders fondly

Smoking herb with just Marley and me

This one is for my dogs barking up on the tree

Sometimes that wind blows eventually she gon leave, that's mother nature for ya

Uh, patient it's sagacious I ain't gon pay shit why she ain't gon say shit

Now that's respectable cause most women expect it tho

Except that the words are derived through the rhythm wreck em'

Professional, exceptional, half man half extra terrestrial

They got me