Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions
Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens
All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
Suffering in this mental prison that i'm stuck within,
Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right
Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
As you are suffering i will usher in, a new era
One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying
Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,
So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would
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