The guns and d** that n***as love and beg for, get blown off the map for more bootleg and douchebags on Tor
Liars and fakes get thrown and drowned in the lake and get left for the wake to wash em up and take them to shore
These little girls are abused and turned into dirty who*es and start doing the pimps' deeds and chores
And n***as selling d** around four and start robbing convenience stores and then they lay on the concrete in the forms of mountains of gore
And f** this war that I'm fighting and the message it's for
And I don't give a f**, and I don't even think about the doors that I can open and enter to explore
And n***as still reside in slums and keep the guns aimed on the prodigal sons and the snaked gangsters on the run
And I don't give a f** about money, and I don't care about my profession just as long as I ain't a bum
And f** a cheat and a liar and f** his crew and faction too
And I don't give a f** about what you cashin and your rations of food
And n***as still believe in god, and go to church with the crew and I still don't listen up to what these Catholics choose, and what they think is right and true
These n***as and ho's go and grow to try and put on a show, and f** a flow that is weak and low
Gangsters and heated ba*tards gone without a family and a father, and they stich and clean up sores and gore and take lives to prosper
And I hate to see and perceive the war and bloodshed that is occuring and reoccuring, and also the slick thugs and imposters
Forget the guns and knives, and the nice and kind, we need neutrality and a flatlined baseline
And violence and k**ing don't solve problems and issues, it just blows out the wishes and dishes and corrupts the awake time
Issues and tissues, leave life and d**h receding and bleeding, and this meth and crack I'm smoking has my mind and body Stampeding