Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change
Like a bird without a cage
Yup you got a lot a
You made me wanna
Spit a poem or a diss
Mind your motherfucking business
They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
All of a sudden i feel a pang a
Coroners comfort your mama
Take a kitkat take a break,
Cause tears falling down make me ache
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
A church hymnal planning a pandemonium
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