"they use media as a portal of fear/begging the question what do mortals revere/we stand alone aint no support over here,
"for the black and lost/matter fact we're an afterthought/so im grounded like ashfault/hit the blunt just to ash faults,
"cause i got many/some with nice t**ts and they eyes was pretty G*d forgive me/dont remember having this much conscience in me or positivity/knowledge or ability/ to paint pictures in the mind of the village, the blind and the streets,
"Coincidently the dev*l's playground is the enemy/ thats the worst of the enemies/cause if my terms grow you mentally/ they'll most certainly resent me,
"and resend me back to the struggle/try to get me to buckle/i aint letting them stop me now so like Nipssey I'll hustle..."
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