Off Principle Alone
• Written by RapBoat
Ain’t no warmth behind that fervor
Turnin' every turf war into savage vs. savage
But I clock the imbalance in crews and creeds
I don’t trip on kindness or selfless deeds
Then ask why you mad or need some damn room at all
Every prize belongs to ones who might jab your jaw
If you peep it, and twitch, they dip out all frolic
That mindset got a homie’s gaze stone solid
But never pause to raise a sprout or roll grass packs
The same damn grip that make em run after cash stacks
My issue lies with the hunger for things abstract
Never saying I ain’t mindful of those who lack facts
War steers through aggression toward the naturally peaceful
What he got instead was absence, the motive was lethal
Met traumatic venom, he needed support from decent people
But you forgot about a small kid, unaware of the world’s evils
… Then you blast em both and vanish out
It’s not a trick or a gag but she still thinking you fronting
His partner answers, you tell her you ended her husband
You hit the bell while letting despair take its course
You step from the whip convinced it’s everybody’s fault but yours
You blame it on them like they ever in life knew the score
You roll up, you’re staring at the front porch
They locked you like a creature, now shocked you wound in a zoo
Your road is done, you didn’t know what the hell to choose
But you just know someone watched or heard, you know the cops got the call
You’re not the sort to take a soul at all
He’s leaking out making motions, 2 in his brain
… He tried to stall so you put 2 in his brain
I swear if you don’t rush the hell up it’s 2 in your brain
Forget your peace, forget your raise, forget your ladder and your face.
I know you’re heated but take it out on your partner between the sheets.
Don’t overlook the stash in the gap that’s beneath the seats
Drain the wallet, your cargos, the glove box. What’s that, a ring?
Aim the piece at his dome and mumble “hand me everything.”
Slide on a budget mask… and push in fast
Caught your leader strolling to his ride, you know he holds stacks
Cause if this don’t spark… you press it to your head and snap back
It’s your last and you just tossed it on a scratch tag
Cause they launching kicks straight to your groin while you crash
So you begin peeping around for something to grasp
Them rugged pills to ingest only make your aches sprout
Send the kid to care and never gotta explain clout
So you take on a low rank wage for the same routes
And you can sport it like crisp slacks or a plain blouse
It don’t contain any substance, it’s just so the blame fits
You get sympathy assistance but they won’t retain it
The fact is it’s never enough for shift and won’t uphold solutions
Even if you snag some coins from contributions
What else can you attempt when the single word you get’s a “no”?
For your child who ain’t fed in days and his spirit’s a ghost
It’s turning dim, you dread the worst and you sense it most
If you can’t embrace it, they shove you to a chamber
Cause all they ever do is lean back and get stacked off your labor
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RapBoat
Member since July 10 2024