Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves
And i'll enjoy your suffering,
I’m smoother than alopecia skin
Killing men women and children day after day murdering in every way, the shits unimaginable,
Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle
And reeled in all the children, lured em into the building and killed em
And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den
Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king
There's children dying and i am crying
I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good
Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens
My city's culture to the game now in existence
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