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You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant

Smoking white rhino on terraces

Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?

Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?

Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?

My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit

My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege

Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging

The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did

That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas

It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama

The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster

The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint

I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't

Saying that He won't, when I know He will

You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed

For real

Dear Lord, have mercy

On your once forgotten life like it's a game

We love

I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same

Cause people gonna lie

Some people gonna steal

You gotta be careful not to shit where you live

Them people might try to have you killed

Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield

For real

I ain't never gave a fuck

I never did and never will

Live my life on press appeal

Keep it true, keep it real

Better said, I keep it trill

And no matter who don't like it, homie

That's just how it is

Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me

And I keep a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me

Why? Cause I'm country-bred

Actually, I'm south-er-ern

Something like my brethren

The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men

You should pay some homage, it's an honor this

This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates

This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit

Better said rob a bet, esoteric I could get

This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali

This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac

In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky

If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it

You with me?

Dear Lord, have mercy

On your once forgotten life like it's a game

We love

I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same

Cause people gonna lie

Some people gonna steal

You gotta be careful not to shit where you live

Them people might try to have you killed

Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield

For real

I don't trust the church or the government

Democrat, Republican

Pope or a bishop or them other men

And I believe God has sustained you with rap

So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap

And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die

I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times

I'm a spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs

I'm gone