Social conditioning and
Knees dug deep into the pavement
Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass
Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?
Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't
Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold
Passion for global control and economic and social domination
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
She had few friends, because her social skills were none
Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
For all the rappers and skills
Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
When its actually just a social occasion
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