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Word to who couldn't fathom the Obama-sis
I don't hate America, just she keeps her promises
20-teens looking like the 60's, crazy
A nationwide deja vu, what my people to do?
Go to schools named after the Klan
Word 'round town is y'all don't see why we
American students forced to learn about Junípero Serra
How is fair, bruh?
Some heroes unsung and some monsters get monuments for 'em
But ain't we all a little bit a We crooked!
Man, your heroes are
And man can sure try, but only God gives
You crooked!
Be or be quiet
Your kingdom can catch flames as as riots
Entire empire's a castle, chill
And the of your whole team is crumbled with one meme
crooked!
Your works is twisted
He old enough to buy beer but go on and enlist him
him to Iraq and why he come back crazy?
'Cause no human being 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 flag
crooked!
That's twisted, demented, perverted, got written all over us
And got the to judge each other
Crooked!
logic fatally flawed
Like is a sign that you out of the will of God
Like one ounce of crack gains the same of jail time
As eighteen of cocaine, but they the same thing?
crooked!
Stay our own kind
And muster up a scandal of celebrating shine
And somehow that's righteous the world needs to know
We them posers with judgmental boulders
Crooked!
And at one time, we built
One can only why we ain't wiped ourselves out yet
We're as good as it crooked!
Clueless buffoons put a man on the
And I still get cellphone reception in my room
crooked!
Boy, often off-kilter
Awful standoff-ish, is outlandish
And uncanny, resemblance a mis-mark
Like Chris Columbus might as well have landed in
Me - an Allstar Chuck Taylor rhyme sayer
And the I ain't get lost on the way here is amazing
Me - just a crooked in all of its goodness
And somehow the school-to-prison pipeline missed
And minds swiftly and change an entire industry
Tailor-made for 'cause cuz got bad blood
Yeah, y'all still at a Tunnel Rat
Pen player, earthworm, battle cat, trend
Might learn my lesson the day the world ends
And wrestling with it since my wife was my girlfriend
Crooked I'll take a bullet for my wife
Yet I wonder what's under the of the girl on my flight
These eyes are mine, off sight, come and get me
Homie, I'm not a leader, just a hippie with daddy
dreams and promises, a closed-minded hypocrite
All the standing in the pulpit, the culprit
We are all of the above, and wrong and indifferent
Yet of the above, it naturally fit in this
and predicates subjected to my detriment
Dedicated to devastating pride
It's quite a ride but if you inside, bruh
things just don't make sense, go wit' it
We stay perplexed at the truth that defies
But who say that the best way to understand it?
Man, that's the of our colonizers
Truth is proven only through ears and and
If you can't touch it, then you can't it
That's why can't explain the love in my daughter's eyes
And that's that conscious rap, oh played out
You old-school, you old, dude, you out
It's not cool, them old rules, phased out
new rules, them new dudes ain't like you
They say you when you don't toss 'em a retweet
I study for every test and y'all is looking for a cheat
Things I gotta ya, love you too much to be scared of ya
Concoction of contradictions, and paradox
Conclusion confusion like the way I see me
An apex predator, ten steps of ya
Desperately trying to hide my
Papier maché proper, you trying to hide the tape
my card castle like it could stand in one gust of wind
The lust of shackle me just as I be tackling
My inner eat through my marriage and my parenting
What is arrogant and
ridiculous, confident and nervous
The smell of cigarettes and broken
Sold out the tickets for the
Bands that been contenders now Venice Beach vendors
dawg, that could be me
I swore I'd never wear jeans
But homie real dumb in size 40 Dickies
That's laughable, better be
And hit the to see how far that rabbit hole go
is present tense
None of this "already been delivered" mess
of that pseudo-righteousness
I'mma let you the rest
Lusted little clusters by natives
That's the picture of foolish in the eyes of General Custer
They his eyes slowly close like
"Yeah, weirdo, we the Alamo"
It's confusing, generals get statues
Even for the battles that they
are so perplexing
Perpetuating the same hate out protesting
And exposing the holes in our motives like
Who's side are you on: or Sky's?
You cornered now 'cause corner boy is now humanized
Tryna ends meet just like you and I
That shifts your paradigm, that go
Change your life on sight like the in Morocco
What is man but soil toiled in fine Hennessy
A garden that cost a pretty penny
Listen it's given, but you've been warned
These halos balanced on the tip of our horns
We crooked!