Yo, you're one of those
smokes a lot,
Can't flows a lot
Won't take a shot
Doesn't know a lot
You're Such a waste of thought
You ain't ready for shit
My rhymes so lit
I set the fire pit
Ablaze with a spit
Admit it ya mothafucka
You must quit
it ain't worth it
You ain't fit to hit
The mothafuckin beat
That shits so weak
You can't reach
This peak
I stand so tall
If you wanna fuckin brawl
I gotta warn you
I don't sting like a Tattoo
I crush
Like a stampede
No need
For your greed
Imma you show you
What you need
To succeed
In this world
Full of hate
Lost in fate
To waiting
Isn't is it enough
To disrupt
The earth
Waitin to erupt
Come on tell me
You haven't thought of
this before
caught up in the this civil war
With no way to go but
With a blind gut
Stuck somewhere between
A fog and a smoke screen
You don't know
What it's like
To live this life
Of strife
Strugglin to
Pay for the
Food I eat
The water I drink
Your idea of struggle
Consists of two
Different houses
With too many gifts
Tell me when you've
Reached the cliff
And thought what if
Then you might understand
What it means
To feel banned
From your dreams
And left with only screams
Of what used to be
Confused to be
Abused to be
I Refused to be
Sorry if you don't like me,
I'm not tryin to be,
Your friend.
That's the end,
Man.
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