Your hood's on
Your try to cuddle with the ghetto, but–
No chilling in the harsh world narrative
They hammered the iron
But your mettle don't bend
Out, burned, on the ground
You show up at every meeting with a battery
Attracted to Adversity, you always step in the arena
For a sense of identity
For a pa** at intimacy
And you want to cut throats
Leave a proof
Mark your stance
The blood on your face
Your teeth at the jugular
The blade in their side
Here's your belonging
And you fetched an understanding
That's why you started with the one good line
Just to crash on everyone
As you hustled the ailment
And decoyed every feeling
Off energy, the wings vanished,
Your bubble popped,
But your bull sticks
You're in their face now
What did you expect would happen then?