THIN LINE
Dying in bed, I hear the devil is calling
Am I Going to hell, I feel the devil is pulling
I Could Have Quit that liquor
Could have Quit them d**
I could have Paid that Hooker, than k**ing Her cold blood
My Papa is dead, My Mama is dead
My parents are buried, f** it! Brother is cursed
If my thoughts were a Crime
I should be locked in a cell
Decompose in a cell
I should be Rotting in Jail
Valtures and k**ers, I’m talking Violence and Dealers
I see them Bodies and Murders, I’m talking n******gs and k**ers
Beat up your Mama and Then I Murder your lover
I’ll be watching them suffer, don’t ever call me your brother
My Rap is a sickness, You taking kindness for weakness
I’m Born in a system, I wanna watch it Burn
We the Victims of Trauma and we dying in silences
All we thinking is violence, it’s like a 9 with a silence
Supplying the drug like it was sent from above
Manufacture the virus, so they can give you the drug
Always razing the taxes so you can always work hard
You like a victim of science, My n******g try to keep up
Money and power, sounding sweet but Sour
Only take em second, but it will take you an hour
They controlling the system and you are always a victim
You will always have money but n***a Never get Power
The Devil is creeping, The Grim is ripping
Religion is weak coz you will always seek
You be in so deep, cos you be drowning debt
Always follow your culture, you’ll never live to regret
K.K.K…………. I’m k**ing all of you n******gs
Dripping swag, I’m dripping blood on me n***a
You fresh till d**h, but you are dead to me n***a
Call Me Lord, but I’m a God to you n***a
Sigmund Frued , Call him Sick man fraud
My Mind is Pure but they create an elusion
Education is power, but learning sh** from abroad
Education is broad, but why they changing the laws
Fathers and Brothers, molesting daughters and sisters
Call That power of weakness, ventured thought are the deepest
Its like the power of addiction, devastating precision
I’m the future resistance, taking notes from a distance
Crime with pleasure, A poor man’s leisure
Time and Pleasure, its A rich man’s treasure
Whenever, wherever, I face Economic Pressure
It will never get better instead its getting more harder
f**-Em, f**-Em, f**-Em, one by one ima drop them
See them ima pop them, Red dots, Polka Pot them
Bridges never cross them, Masters of Distraction
Human evolution has become a self-distraction
Heaven has an angel, Hell has an angel
Before the Devil was the Devil,
He was an Angel
Brothers k** each other like Cain an Abel
You say you love yourself but hating Your neighbour
So Raw,
Feeling like my heart is not pure
Praying till my knees get sour
Imma tell it straight No More,
Coz This is war