This is a song about "Language"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Of language will suggest if they're hard and they own the throne,

You'll get lost in your thoughts as if i spoke a different language

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Worse comes when my bandaged language leaves me more caged; snap! i screwed it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

Ha see, another language joke, did you get it?

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