I see young black males being treated, came from nothing,
Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling
Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior
Just me getting higher and higher
It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist
'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!
By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
When black males are stereotyped and arrested for crime,
Dad and mom are getting a divorce
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
And i ain't getting breathless
Here i go again, falling in love
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either
As my brain keeps getting brighter and brighter
Mind and memory are getting polluted
All my new bitches seem to get old real quick
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