“you used to say that I could see the future; you was wrong cause you was in it”
“I was raised by my mama, my pop used to beat her, got a sister my age; my pop was a cheater”
I.Want.You.Back. I know it’s been awhile since we been together, I heard that you got a new friend, But I never seen y’all together, till I seen it for myself this weekend. I ain’t hatin but homey cool. But we both know homeboy ain’t me. And seeing that smile on your face, made me sick that a sucker replaced me. And what’s so bad I know you felt, that same shit that made my heart melt, that night that we fell in love so fast. And we both knew that day would hit and try to send us to our fate, sit back and laugh and say we wouldn’t last but.

I.Want.You.Back.

I know it’s been awhile since we been together,
I heard that you got a new friend,
But I never seen y’all together, till I seen it for myself this weekend. I ain’t hatin but homey cool. But we both know homeboy ain’t me. And seeing that smile on your face, made me sick that a sucker replaced me. And what’s so bad I know you felt, that same shit that made my heart melt, that night that we fell in love so fast. And we both knew that day would hit and try to send us to our fate, sit back and laugh and say we wouldn’t last but.

lightswitch we in the hallway fightin. we in the bedroom fcukin. i think this is exciting. girl you cant tell me nothin’. now wasnt this just like last week, frequent tragedies, that end romantically. its insanity. but its humanity thats why the man in me, acts so manishly. and her vanity, keeps her mad at me. this is routine so she apologize after me then its back to the same thing back to the same mean comments, shameful nonsense lets just stop this. and make a promise if we wont be together just keep me in your conscience

lightswitch

we in the hallway fightin.

we in the bedroom fcukin.

i think this is exciting.

girl you cant tell me nothin’.

now wasnt this just like last week,

frequent tragedies, that end romantically.

its insanity. but its humanity

thats why the man in me, acts so manishly.

and her vanity, keeps her mad at me.

this is routine so she apologize after me

then its back to the same thing

back to the same mean comments, shameful nonsense

lets just stop this. and make a promise

if we wont be together just keep me in your conscience

Perfect She’s so, outrageously beautiful Amazingly beautiful Who’d have known that she hate it every time she Takes a look in the mirror All she hear is how she could’ve kept that nigga If she had bigger titties, pretty eyes, slimmer hips, lighter skin Then she’d be gorgeous Ordinary ain’t enough So she plucks and she plucks, implants, tummy tucks Suck it, suck it Really wishes she was thin Then she’d be perfect, picture perfect Personally there’s person that surpasses what you see But there’s a circus she’s apart of She was brought to be bought up And these ballers ain’t been calling her since autumn, like they ought to be Part of me understands it, but otherwise it’s sanskrit How a damsel can use her hands down her throat, so her pants fit Famished she stands in front of that mirror tearing up Asking, why she ain’t enough

Perfect

She’s so, outrageously beautiful
Amazingly beautiful
Who’d have known that she hate it every time she
Takes a look in the mirror
All she hear is how she could’ve kept that nigga
If she had bigger titties, pretty eyes, slimmer hips, lighter skin
Then she’d be gorgeous
Ordinary ain’t enough
So she plucks and she plucks, implants, tummy tucks
Suck it, suck it
Really wishes she was thin
Then she’d be perfect, picture perfect
Personally there’s person that surpasses what you see
But there’s a circus she’s apart of
She was brought to be bought up
And these ballers ain’t been calling her since autumn, like they ought to be
Part of me understands it, but otherwise it’s sanskrit
How a damsel can use her hands down her throat, so her pants fit
Famished she stands in front of that mirror tearing up
Asking, why she ain’t enough

Cycle “He only 17, his homies was his motive He only 17, his momma never noticed too busy payin bills, trying to provide a meal pay the rent and still, her child live for a thrill fulfill his niggas wishes, no more hugs and kisses no more how you been no more tucking in he wit them other men, poppa never came so his cousin them would pretend imitating if they was him got the pistol on him loaded loaded off of gin feel like niggas on him so he look for them first nigga wrong POW BLAM BLAM to him paranoia kills, kill or be killed let alone all them thugs let alone all them drugs treat his kind like above lets see how karma does lets see how much he love shoot em up, shoot em up BANG”

Cycle

“He only 17, his homies was his motive

He only 17, his momma never noticed

too busy payin bills, trying to provide a meal

pay the rent and still, her child live for a thrill

fulfill his niggas wishes,

no more hugs and kisses

no more how you been

no more tucking in

he wit them other men, poppa never came so his cousin them would pretend

imitating if they was him

got the pistol on him loaded

loaded off of gin

feel like niggas on him so he look for them

first nigga wrong POW BLAM BLAM to him

paranoia kills, kill or be killed

let alone all them thugs

let alone all them drugs

treat his kind like above

lets see how karma does

lets see how much he love

shoot em up, shoot em up BANG”

Marty Mar luh da kids I’m about to be a Godfather!!

Marty Mar luh da kids

I’m about to be a Godfather!!

“White children, in the main, and whether they are rich or poor, grow up with a grasp of reality so feeble that they can very accurately be described as deluded – about themselves and about the world they live in. White people have managed to get through entire lifetimes in this euphoric state, but black people have not been so lucky: a black man who sees the world the way John Wayne, for example, sees it would not be an eccentric patriot, but a raving maniac. … People who cling to their delusions find it difficult, if not impossible, to learn anything worth learning: a people under the necessity of creating themselves must examine everything, and soak up learning the way the roots of a tree soak up water. As people still held in bondage must believe that ‘Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make ye free.’”
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