Word to Grandpops who couldn't fathom the I don't hate America, demand she keeps her promises 20-teens looking like the 60's, it's A nationwide deja vu, what my 'posed to do? Go to schools named the Klan founder Word town is y'all don't see why we frowning Native American students forced to about Junípero Serra How is fair, bruh? Some heroes and some monsters get monuments built for 'em But ain't we all a bit a monster? We crooked! Man, heroes are worthless And man can sure try, but only God purpose You crooked! Be humble or be Your kingdom can catch flames as as riots empire's a card castle, chill And the strength of your whole is crumbled with one meme crooked! Your whole works is He ain't old enough to buy beer but go on and him him to Iraq and why he come back crazy? 'Cause no being should see the inside of a baby You expect in a system that needed to be convinced Of the madness of trusting a court that waved a Confederate crooked! That's twisted, demented, perverted, got fallen all over us And got the nerve to judge each Crooked! That logic flawed sickness is a sign that you out of the will of God Like one ounce of crack gains the same amount of time As eighteen of cocaine, but ain't they the same crooked! Stay eating our own And muster up a scandal 'stead of celebrating And somehow that's righteous like the world to know We exposing them with judgmental boulders Crooked! And at one time, we built One can only why we ain't wiped ourselves out yet We're as as it gets: crooked! buffoons put a man on the moon And I can't get cellphone reception in my room crooked! Boy, often off-kilter standoff-ish, plan is outlandish And awful uncanny, resemblance a Like Columbus might as well have landed in Denmark Me - just an Allstar Chuck rhyme sayer And the fact I get lost on the way here is amazing Me - just a crooked in all of its goodness And somehow the pipeline missed this And moving minds swiftly and change an entire Tailor-made for greatness cuz got bad blood Yeah, y'all still looking at a Rat Pen player, earthworm, cat, hates trend Might learn my lesson the day after the ends And been wrestling with it since my was my girlfriend Crooked like I'll a bullet for my wife Yet I wonder what's under the skirt of the on my flight These eyes are mine, off sight, come and get me Homie, I'm not a leader, just a with daddy issues Shatter dreams and promises, a hypocrite All the while standing in the pulpit, the We are all of the above, right and wrong and Yet none of the above, it fit in this Subjects and predicates subjected to my Dedicated to elevating pride It's quite a ride but if you look inside, Some just don't make sense, go wit' it We stay perplexed at the truth that logic But who say logic the best way to understand it? Man, the thinking of our colonizers Truth is proven only through ears and and If you can't touch it, then you trust it That's why they can't the love in my daughter's eyes And that's that rap, oh that's played out You old-school, you old, dude, you out It's not cool, old rules, they phased out new rules, them new dudes ain't like you They say you hating when you don't toss 'em a I for every test and y'all is looking for a cheat sheet Things I gotta ya, love you too much to be scared of ya Concoction of contradictions, misnomers and Conclusion confusion like the way I see me An predator, ten steps ahead of ya Desperately trying to my insecurities maché proper, you trying to hide the duct tape Defending my card castle like it stand in one gust of wind The lust of shackle me just as I be tackling My demons eat through my marriage and my parenting What is arrogant and Eloquent ridiculous, and nervous The smell of cigarettes and broken out the tickets for the VIPs Bands could've been contenders now Venice Beach vendors Like dawg, could be me I swore I'd never wear skinny But homie looks real dumb in 40 Dickies That's laughable, better be And hit the road to see how far that hole go This is present None of this "already I've been delivered" None of pseudo-righteousness let you guess the rest Lusted little clusters surrounded by the picture of foolish pride in the eyes of General Custer They watched his eyes slowly close "Yeah, weirdo, we the Alamo" It's confusing, generals get statues Even for the battles that they are so perplexing Perpetuating the hate they out protesting And Netflix exposing the in our motives like Who's side are you on: or Sky's? You cornered now every corner boy is now humanized Tryna make ends meet just you and I That your paradigm, bruh that go Change your life on sight like the skies in What is man but rich soil toiled in fine A garden that cost a pretty penny Listen freely given, but you've been warned These stay balanced on the tip of our horns We crooked!