Eat

It’s a hard knock life, then you pass away

What make him better than any other

I stare at my brown complexion

Perplexed with the thoughts of racists

I struggle with many faces

Seen you through eyes of vultures

Funerals closed casket

They saying thats common practice

In this case we missing baskets

Shots are the only constant

Blocks on ya

Open jumpers

Fuck you

Yo moral compass

Ain't steer you down no path better

Remind me to kill yo conscious

When sparking a conversation

The questions will go

Unanswered

Smoke

Soulful brother born

From broken mother

Robbed of her soul by her soulless husbands

Who taught her love just to take it from her

Paint a picture better than that Jesus supper

Depict this apocalypse and it put it on a knit sweater

Sell it for cheddar

And tell em the cause was better than anything that they ever did

And when you done with that

Pass me some more sedative

If you my nigga fuck it

You a relative if you were present

When time was irrelevant

At that point we passed joints

And talked about our future bright

Only interrupt to ask a nigga what's the move tonight

I'm tryna get some coochie bitch

From a bougie bitch

That ah do me right

Like spike or mookie did

But this is not on of them movie clip

This a non stop fight

This a hard knock life

You only live once but

You could get knocked out twice more times dan

Momma said be polite

Duck ya head when you see police

Them blue lights sure do shine bright

And them cuffs so tight

It must be something in ya jeans

When they treat you like some shit they never seen

Before you make yo premiere to the tv screen

Nigga

I'm malcolm x

With a tech aiming at kings

For I poke out my chest for I flex it at a gangsta or fiend or....

Fuck the streets

Only road I see is deceased

Only thing I need is money

All my niggas are wit me

Cuz if you family you eat x4

Like I

Need that

Fuck yo feedback

Catch me laced up where the weeds

40 Oz singing

With a 3 stack

Out