And i wanted all parts of her
Are you perfect motherfucker
God mc oh my god you gotta see
And she wanted no parts of me
Talking of the gods you serve
Most of us some holy bowlers,
No one notice your struggle
With the most of minimal,
Unlike most of these individuals,
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Once as a slave who imagined being free
Not just myself, but most of society
Shit, that's most of america, with neighborhoods devastated,
Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room
Another 2 hours of time i consume
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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