The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
But i just wanna make love to your mind
Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind
Im sorry for putting my life in danger
Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor
And the blogger has their reviews in rear view
Im sorry but i cant come back to you.
I want that title but they got me fighting under card
Oh im sorry did i hurt you? cause my rhymes are so sharp
It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurting you
Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through
Begin learning stop yearning take what you want stop hurting
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
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