It all started when the musket popped through, something happened to the black ballon, attack you and rape the land just so they could move. Take those from their homes and give them brands. That’s why we still buy into it man. It’s all part of the plan to keep us eating from their dirty hands. There’s no food in this desert, no logic in the excerpt. I insert my style to be alert and wild. I’ve seen no crowd at the concert. Life is constant stress when you can’t get first honors and as long as we on earth, there will always be deceit and killing
victims and racism.
This hate is given many different names but the morals all stay the same.
I ask my mother “why do the good always suffer?” She couldn’t reply without a second to buffer. I told her I loved her quick and to not worry about it. We’re so scared to lose.... but not quit. I think that’s what we were taught some bullshit. To keep us quiet and feed the needed bias, I see the weak apply it, we could be the pilot. The peak of racial timing intersects and releases when we are the ones flying. That’s makes them so uncomfortable when we bust a flow that tells a story of where we can from and where we will go.
This is why the grammy’s need an urban category because they want to take the power away from our stories.
The others just bore me because they all lack the pain. You could never take a step inside the brain of those who had to let it go bang! I’m feeling dark and deranged as if I’m in the video for clout Cobain! I will sprout my name from the ashes of my ancestors, the pavement we walk on are the same graveyards. Candles and rosaries all liter their front lawn. So fuck you, no I will not keep calm until the dawn begins, I am utterly disturbed by the ambience. You know why their neighborhoods all stay good, because our home is identified as just a hood. They took away our community because of the shooting we see. I hate you spoiled little mother fuckers who berate us with big crime numbers, if you lived here you would be one of those busters. The ignorance is disgusting, their words came in abundance and all the while we gave you all music to fuck with. Well now ya’ll better duck bitch! Bet the rebellion will contain more than hundreds. They will never stop hunting us until we’re all dead. The red spills with pills and heads to the hills. I’m set on direct respect but I’m still going for necks. So I as jump off this edge, I wonder if the black ballon will pick me up instead
