To rid of the population further more so they could pass us
I found myself losing focus at a sunday service
Some of us be fronting, some of us is really criminals
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
Parents would never approve of us
By a brotha who was hopeless
Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers
Most of us some holy bowlers,
Theres a lucid, lively, nigga jiving in all of us/
Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status
The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss
Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses
Shudder when i see others embrace instead of us
That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus
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