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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a elephant
Smoking white on terraces
Will I die slain like my by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and it?
Or will she Jackie O, the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, it's sacrilege.
to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The world might take that child, turn that child a monster
The take a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying He can't
Saying that He won't, I know He will!
You usually don't know you until you getting killed
For real.

Scar]
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like a game, Dear Lord
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
Cause people lie,
Some people steal
You be careful not to shit where you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
have mercy, life is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't never a fuck
I never did and will
Live my on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it
Better said, I keep it
And no matter who like it, homie
just how it is
Naked truth like the that's in front of me
And I keep a and a 5-11 gun on me
Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something like my
The Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, an honor this
This is not a fiction that is sold by
This is Soul of Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion Pac
In a body Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, tell him better kick it
You me?

Dear Lord, mercy!
On once forgotten life like it's a game, We love
I won't be forced to up when I don't feel the same,
Cause gonna lie,
Some people gonna
You gotta be not to shit where you live.
Them people try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, is such a battlefield,
For real.

Mike]
I trust the church or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or them men
And I believe God has sustained you rap
So I pick a bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm going once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that come and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all gutter songs
I'm