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1.
I spit cryptic, never a mystic,
barely uplifting.
I'll outlive most my critics
Expect for self which leaves me livid.
What's yet unspoken gives hope to those who've lived it.
I've shouldered burdens
still yearning
For that dawn I ain't the cynic.
Best these words get printed in disposable age we're in.
Darker days ahead wit weight we laboring.
Conviction never wavering.
Meant. each .uttered .word.
Can only hope I get to spit these gutter proverbs.
We kept it real when this whole world turned plastic.
Yall really thought you didn't need this brown bastard?
Every cut on blood diamonds makes Facets
Refract a light upon the face of bad actors.
I'm trying to help but yall got this ass backwards.
Hard to smile with all the tears that Mask laughter
Chorus:
Don't my breath deserve respect?
Wit all this poison we ingest.
Yall keep saying its a test...
What's to win when nothing's left?
2.
Frustration fails to vail anger
Done wit petty banter..
Benign lies confused for truth
tactics 'ready standard.
Which the Better odds?
Scratch off cards or wearing handcuffs?
Bankers Left us bankrupt.
Our future Held for Ransom.
I don't need a fucking Anthem!
I need change! Not that shit that jingle but them laws scribed to page.
Yall ever wonder why the fuck I'm enraged?
I ain't trying to bring a son to this stage!
I'm trying to breathe! [x6]
Muthafukas let us breathe!
Chorus:
Don't our breath deserve respect?
Wit all this poison we ingest.
Yall keep saying its a test...
But, What's to win when nothing's left?
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