This is a song about "Adoption process"

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

But the postwar margin of happiness is less than the rate of adoption

My learning word process is still being continued

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Concepts keep you listenin, wishin that you could process

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Making my thought process sporadic

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

But i'm feeling conscious in the process of enlightenment,

Dominating house from lot to lot, repeat the process but plot a crop.

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to