This is a song about "Forced"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

When i say i don't tick me off or you'll be forced to flea

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

But now that's forced to bow down to capitalist policies,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

You lack what i got through escalation was forced attack

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

Forced to wake up each unrelenting day and fight another fight,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Hold up yea we the best

And not just forced to accept,