steelo (unfinished)

I don’t give a fuck bout being part of the industry.

As far as I see, the mainstream is the enemy.

Tryna brainwash the fans of hip hop.

I need to save it, while the clock go Tick Tock.

I’m outta time, rap is already damaged.

And the planet is not allowing it to vanish.

kids already thinking that this is how it’s supposed to be.

I thought RAP was bout “rhythm and poetry.”

I guess not, it’s bout glorifying violence.

eating off trauma and horrifying time events.

I got a problem with the government.

my peoples dying by the hands of cops and crackers loving it.

I seek fear in the eyes of a pale face.

they say they ain’t racist, but I smell hate.

whenever I see a pig reach for his pistol.

they love to treat a nigga like me like I’m the issue.

I’m just tryna get home minding my own.

I’m highly aware that I live in a danger zone.

I’m from the slums way down in New Jersey.

where every single racist cop wanna hurt me.

they trying to murk me, niggas can’t scare me with death.

I been ready back when I was just thirteen.

any mothafucka out there tryna come for me.

step in the ring and get beaten like a drum machine.

cause I’ve had it with the harassment.

you thinking you’re the man with that badge but you can still get yo ass kicked

when I buck, cops duck quick, I’m not Ice Cube.

but I’m still the wrong nigga to fuck wit.