Never again will I be tempted by the fact that I am so short tempered
Remembered that I was exempted the moment I attempted
To present the sk** that you say I always faked and pretended
To have as my soul is empty, I'm preemptively entering my demented state
Into my soul and mind, your anger only fuels me
I choose these people to prevent this occurrence from happening again
I don't like to sin, but sometimes I just have to lose my method and ventilate
Penetrate my comfort zone to own every last bit of sk** I'd ever take
I'll take my power to the top, like MLK in a peaceful way
Fake rappers always say that they'll stay with the game but they always just faked it
I can't take it when these artists take advantage of my prodominance
My confidence to take everything so dark and so ominous
Intentionally making our spirits collide and force us to coincide, making me lose my consciousness
Essentially, my entity of power gradually starts to fade away steadily
Weakened by pessimists, expecting me to read their minds with telepathy
I'm incredibly hoping I won't secondly get a penalty when I'm especially showing my empathy
Don't say it can't happen, we can all be phased in a storm of contradiction
It's a depiction of the eviction I went through to survive infliction
Friction convicting me to lead to drug addiction
Adhesive friction of our minds are constrictin' me from contradiction
Our minds battling out is the only thing keeping me from constant dereliction
Just envision the jurisdiction of me against a jury of hypocritically bias people afflicted
And personally harmed forced into benediction, I can't believe it, my life is all fiction
In court, I'll be led to crucifixion, punished for attacking the victim
Addicted to the inconsistent rush of adrenalin will lead you to opposition
I'll be imprisoned for how I handled our clique's competition
I've given the definition of thug, now I'm clearly contradicting
The human being that I always wanted to be, a man who acts efficient
But this is the extinction of all gangs, my life is short now
We notice our lives a short and think it's time to snort now
Inhale the relief may be the only possible way out
We all forget that to avoid a gun fight, we just have to stay out
Make a better choice, handle battles with peace and harmony
And stop startling this army of people who act perversity
Harming us remarkably, determined to keep searching
Where to find where our weak spot is, making us be discouraged
But now I'm determined and mindset to finally fight back
Not to fight black, King once said words can be the most constructive attack
This version of purpose is slippery like a serpent in your clique
Your crew who acts opposing to me, only focusing on what you depict
You just try to evict me, get me in trouble, and keep the gun fight up
Predicting how to to chip me up and harm me, all night long
You spit rap songs, filled with all this narcissism
Talking sh**, I think that's f**ed up, you're so fueled by cynicism
Illiterate nihilist who fights a b**h solely for the purpose of glory
Keeping up a battle all year long, writing the next chapter in his hopeless story
Mystically creeping in the shadows, hoping for a strike in a sneak attack
Egotistically spittin' in my face, redundantly calling me black
Acting like I'm like every other black man who commits crimes in hope to shine
To stand out in the final round, on the news for overdose and get a shrine
Fine, ignore the destroyed soldiers who fought for our lives and our country
Who died in a grungy state, abruptly in Iraq, it's whack how fake rappers are all over the news so bluntly
n***as who start battles that don't care about what really matters
Just hoping to make it as a rapper, rapping about swagger
Like a dragon who blatantly spits his fire in every battle
Rat-tat-tat-tat, loud clicks/cliques obnoxiously allow their d**hs to unravel
They handle sh** violently, thinking it's vital to do it silently
Murder murder, a strident trial goes on for the n***a who acts defiantly
The victim cried in anxiety, entirely because of his vibrancy
He wanted privacy, but the n***a decidedly got excited to act righteously
Now he's on trial meanwhile for how he acted hostile
But is it worth while, to shoot G's and smoke weed?
Not by a landslide, but otherwise you're left suicidally out of heed
Out of the knowledge that you're not taking the right path, because you're head will eventually bleed
Mentally you'll notice your greed to impede everything that comes your way
Every day you're actions are harsher than staring at the sun's bright ray
We're half way there, but we're too scared to finish the day
We don't want to withstand the obstacles, it's impossible, hey
We're not going to blatantly take the path of the dead man
You have to be responsible and stop acting diabolical, listen to what I said man
Absorb what I said to transform into a better human being
Intervening with every little thing and not seeing the demeaning scheming
It's demonic when you commit crimes, smoke d**, and scream out yolo
No, you'll end up going solo lacking a single bit virtuoso
You forget what's true, what's new in the world, how to see through someone's heart
It's hard, but when someone's startled they refuse to take part in a trial at court
It's hard to oppose someone who's been friends with you your whole life
But they messed up along the way, setting all other problems aside
My path was out of sight, I was lithe during my whole life
You're in fright, because you realize that because of what I did, I might die tonight
Quiet, I hear the night, it's crying for me to listen to my conscience
Nonsense, I made a promise to only accept my gut's options
They tell me to battle the gang and never let it have a chance to strike back
I'm acting in subconsciousness lost but letting them do this to me makes me nauseous
Let's be honest, if I'm a convict, I'll be sure to change back to my old path
Process my options again, watch the content before the aftermath
Before my whole life flashes before my very eyes
The people who I thought were my allies die because they always devised
Maybe there's a revelation in all this, maybe I shouldn't follow the hypocrites
They're illiterate, barely standing, all they can do is reminisce
Amid the abyss, they miss the things that they did wrong
They did things amiss and still don't know where they belong
Drugs may be the only way to destroy the sorrow and reach happiness
I see he k**s depending on how mads he gets, his actions were hazardous
But I noticed the fact of the matter is, I can't change if I'm caught guilty
I've built these goals inside my soul, now's my only chance to redeem my ability
Swiftly, I can take the better path and accept my humility
Or continue the filthy journey I've lead and handle things with lack of ability
No suavity, just depravity when I handle my issues and fights with anger
The thug life is the wrong life, I saw fright in the eyes of the now revealed gangsters
They were trapped into the hypnosis, they know this is the demonic symbolic troubles
They doubled up with a crew, he Illuminatically learned how to fight with bare knuckles
Now he regrets it, it's subtle, but he's trouble and now he's turned humble
That G is me... and I'm the one searching for peace
If I don't, then I'll end up like the rest of these addicts and end up deceased
I won't make it back in one peace to see how it all unfolds, how it's seized
To see if these G's will increase their vitality
The reality of the matter is, the criticality will always continue to grow
If you deal with sh** hypocritically, that's literally all I know
I'm still searching for my road, hoping I'll find my place in my life
Some night, I might not die living a gun fight
I admire the fact that you inquire why gangsters act like such liars
I don't know why, they just require this sh** to make them so inspired
When they do the sh** they do like shooting people, starting fights, and sniffing crack
This sh** is whack when gang members forget the fact that they're stereotypically black
The redundant attack strikes back, practically in vanity
He'll end up in bankruptcy, elaborately leading to fatality in this catastrophe
So casually, let me ask, what's the purpose of life in this galaxy
If people still have the audacity to ignore peace and handle things irrationally?