My city's culture to the game now in existence
Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//
And i'll enjoy your suffering,
Get off a key like i can’t sing
Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis
Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side
Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight
Gangstas dying from day to day
Round my motherfuckin way
And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying
When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing
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