my reason for rap, beyond what people can reach
the typical think, even what the literal see
i spit for the people that listen to breathe, the intellectuals
not for the weak, only believing people are vegetables
ready to throw, ready to go, steady to fly
you listen for the ambition? i hope you ready to die
cause hearing pathetic messages, never showin no love
and giving people the realness always slangin the drugs
the ice, watch, gucci, mink in the sweater
the pockets full of the hot shit you think that you sellin
you blab for nothing, in ten years, gaged and muffled
shot in the back of your studio, it adds to nothing
what a role-model to kids who in the back of they minds
sit and rewind some of your crap and act in the rhymes
fabulous time you having in the back of your excursion
another commits suicide and attaches your verse
its actually worse, hits home, the family first
damages everything in the area happily worth
half of the earth sympathetic, apathy's nice
but what if the other half took a stab at your life

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