Dead Presidents

(0.21-1.17)

First things first i wanna say that im blessed

Ive made it to a point where im ahead of the rest

Niggas get left back in a place full of violence and death

And never make it out, I promise ima speak for yall now

For my brothers without the heat on

Babies that aint got nothing to eat on

Cause they father wanted to be gone

And now the single mother has no choice but to feed off

Of canned spaghetti while worrying bout trying to be strong

For her baby, cause she dont want him growing with animosity

A bear type ferocity, a bullet like velocity

Angry at the world, was abandoned inhaling poverty

So he take it out on folks with no apology

A true negro prophecy, A white mans philosophy

But what that mother always hoped for was an anomaly

To break the mold, never fold under the pressure and go for his goals

Despite his flaws and errors, just stay in the zone

Of whatever future endeavors you choose on your own

Whether its working from home or going to college to gain some knowledge

On how to take ya momma up out the projects

And put faces of dead presidents all in ya pockets