You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness
Together all the timethought it was true love
Tired of the pain tired of the struggle
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
My uncle pulled me to the side
Out of mind out of sight
"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense
And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
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