Blinded by the bling, doin ya thing
From the scrimmage line to the high rise
Penthouse blazin, gazin, paper chasin
Schemin on the hazy, lazy, crazy
The bourgeoisie livin in poverty
Ghetto fab livin life in rehab
Wit a crab barrel mentality
Kill or be killed, til ya get ya fill
Grindin under heel any fool, like
They are road kill, condiments like breath mints
After a fresh raw meal
Gentrified ninjas, hood figures
Pride to be niggas, cause, will get ya blood spilled
Quicker, just another sucka, buckin
To be general, rentin any n everything
Payin ya way, playin consumer, in a boomerang economy
A used car salesman profferin
That illegal pharmacy, acrimony courtin harmony
Dyin to be a Kingpin, playin stick man
Anybody any which way I can
Ya aint a fan or fam, just a fatted calf
Offered in sacrifice, any price is right
In darkness or the light
The blind livin a life of blight
Self taught like store bought
Renegin n rejected, subject to ignorance
Protected in bliss, selected for a repeat performance
Due to ya lack of Conscience, but not the confidence
In a process of elimination, persuaded by emotion
A lack of control, a switch stuck on, in off mode
Off loaded in a holdin pattern
Moldin our future into back alley creatures
Sensitive to right like the darkness is to light
Outta sight, outta mind, on the grind
Losin life lines, tryin to be a Millionaire
Emotionally ill, prepared, neva carin, just livn the dare
Educationally ya curriculum vitae reads
Like an epithet, an effigy wit an epitaph
A resume, this is how we play
Life in a daze, lost in a blaze, by any means necessary
Playin God like bein the wizard of OZ
Makin believe, befuddlin to you n me, society
Afraid to face sobriety, at odds wit reality, excess n access
Idiot savants bein suppliants, wit a hatas mentality
The biography of a serial killa
In a mixtape surrealism, sublime like food for thought
A concept for the well slept, adept at walkin it out
Wit dey eyes closed, as hate flows from ancient sores
Lost n found Souls, drop kickin each other
Like cat fightin hoes, exposed to killa spores
Keepin score like I am legend, generation after generation
Black on black, clearin the ledger
Takin pleasure in the desolation n defamation
Participatin in the decimation, that of the black relation.



Cleveland, United States

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