the protest on the bright day
with a prophet thats told to motivate
them apes in shape inside this game
the recognizable names keeps me
all frustrated
and compensate the hesitation diving
deep into their frame
this is the free world we say
but i see everybody choked up in their tie
and shirt button up to the neck
do you really comprehend
the words that i express
thru out my lung and tongue
these stupid mother fuckers
busy bein slave for that lil green stack
so where the fuck is you at?
lets say you the millionaire,
billionaire but you still in here
now what plans you got you sillionaire
you still breathin air with all
that money that you care
man the life isnt really fair
if you only fall for that current situated affair
am i really afraid of these
mother fuckers keepin me jailed?
now let the truth be told on the table
so everybodys able to make up
on their own fable
i might be another disabled
with the sight of society
that you in labeled
let them children know
that i aint just smokin the flowers
of maple
call me the drug addict if that shit
makes you stable
go ahead put me on ya cable
chase me as you want with
my picture on your board stapled
not every hero wears the cape
but not every villain kills people
im the concrete seagull
lookin to eat sumn
above your head, i do your brains
like a scramble
city filled with the gas rattle be my temple
now be my guest i dont worship
the face drawn papers
that paves the greatest chapel
does it all make the gods word
as happened?
rather begging to be in a heaven
imma die havin that big sins of seven
so fuck all ya bitches that be
praying on the devils
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source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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