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Yo
The big wheel keep turnin' Ikes and Anna Maes
The church kitchen hustle every Saturday
over, let me grab a plate, I tend to gravitate
Towards how fish dinners a styrofoam platter taste
My sported a plaid Donny Hathaway
Hustlin' for everything we had, 'til he away
When I ask about what path to take
He used to laugh and say, "No man is an but I'm a castaway"
Casualties, I seen 'em the French Foreign Legion
On the streets, they to carry out bizzare procedures
In jean jackets and Jabbar,
Back when local R&B was just as as orthopedics
Me and my man, twistin' up some and
Wishin' we knew On The Town, in the lights of sand
Christian, on the edge of existence, man,
respect and fear was the all-American ambition
For badass in the laundromat, foldin' a load
Well lo' and behold, a whole fork in the road
My wish for them is that the truth is told
Out on the corner, where whatever you can is sold
I heard murder ran, as vast as land
Since back Burning Man was blacks in Birmingham
the presidential election diversion scam
Matter fact, before clapped Franz Ferdinand
You gossip on Jay and or Kim and Kanye
But risin' to the top, what my mind say
my daughter drinkin' water with a sign
Say, "For girls," I ain't talkin' Ntozake Shange
Who said cynical? I was a king and general
Rich in every resource, precious metal and
Before the devil entered the land of the
that Jamaican funk, gotta get it into who
For under God, indivisible
Psych patience, vampires in a interview
Become institutionalized, a nigga do
But we had to do to survive, none o' them could do
Who the technical culprit, I don't mess no vultures
I'm voltage, not the regular dosage
Too obsessive compulsive, I'm a fuckin'
Mixed message in a bottle, I with the postman
I'm that arachnophobia, petroleum
holy when at the podium
Even though hotter than weapons-grade plutonium
The people check for the return of the Ichiban
universe, you owe me one solid
My Gonzalez, only know gun violence
On the corner where they on they 21 Savage
two in your cabbage, Young Cesar Chavez
Revision one, yo, we get our rhythm from?
Continuum, still swingin' a pendulum
Here the women come, sing it Sarah Vaughan
Heard 9th up in a house, North Carilon'
Ain't no challenge, but y'all paralyzed
It's gettin' cold outside, a word the wise
Y'all better bundle up but I bet it be a hotter summer
Not for nothin' yo, the cops get down, especially it come to us
better be a Rockefeller
Get out your pocket fella, sayin' in acapella
Ain't a thing really changed as far as I can tell it
Another soul with no name, the hunted
Look like a couple of before the doctor comin'
But that's my little cousin, him for me
I the world tryna sock it to me
It kinda feel like is out of pocket for me
Who keep it a hundred when partial?
Dignity and sanity is what the game you
Wake up to the paddles on your chest, we had you
I'm just a picture like Kerry James Marshall
I'm just takin' a picture like Carrie Mae
So smile and say cheese, we in
In a scheme, nightmares and day dreams
From the runaway slave, to a modern day