This is a song about "Alex is black"

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

But hurt bad for reasons to accept that "he is thin and black".

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

I think my rapking crown is crowned so start up a big round black cloud

Believing the screens or anything there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Stop!everyday got a fright , but i'm gonna fight, don't care if the guy is black or

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.