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Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my sank
in the way I think
Hide my troubles, my shit don't
Ghetto in the way I
Watch me groove, Imma sing my
in the way I talk

My auntie still God the glory
by the book depository
Never heard one of grandfather's
Permanent sadness, mourning
22 grandkids, one
the stove on cause we done with darkness
Social workers don't want sons fathers
When visit, people bite they tongue the hardest
programs, baccalaureate
Illinois, Texas,
Half a hand drum, half
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
American, Merovingian
Made of black and rare obsidian
10 feet tall, not of any men
Might up but will not go flat
do not know jack
They try to ask the kettle why the pot so
little in the middle but I got yo back

Secret buried in
Wrote it all just to tear it up
What if there's a god but it's of us?
What if a god but it's scared of us?
So they up
They just sit and stare at us
What if a god but they scared of us?
What if there's a god but scared of us?

My nose
My daddy's
that I
Don't
I'm fly
I'm big
And I did everything
I did
And I'm a kid
And I'm old
I collect my blood in a mold
And forever
To the nth
Too
Too
In suspension
for work
Cause I stayed
I go to church
But they a plate
We say a word
they debate
Or god exists
Or whether Masons to an obelisk
Cause I got the
The unlocked
Of where the is
I seen the
How complement
particles do not commit, come on

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my sank
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my troubles my shit don't
Ghetto in the way I