Psuedo African American
The kings and queens of Mali
Still linger in the back of
My skull
Ever since that overhaul
I been savage like
Pizarro fightin Incas
Get yours by any means
Especially to reach the
Brink of
Riches and euphoria
Although it's all subjective
The coined term for coins
Has forever been the motive
So the moment
That you notice niggas'
Nephews nicklin and dimin
Just to keep from dyin
A product of they environment
Born into the jungle with
No knowledge of the nature
So we ate the poison berries
And suffered from kidney failure
The other dude lived longer
Was able to seek shelter
Till they mowed down his land
And gave it off to a seller
Seen boxes with brighter lights
Than the classes he skipped
Poor etiquette inherited from
The rhetoric of his parents
Who rode the wave of the 80s
And shit
Cause when they were young
3 jobs couldn't help momma
Keep em legit
Alcohol and sad songs
The past is the reason why
I'm scared to
Pass it on
The future keeps me up
All night, all dawn
The present just be showin
Why we dont even belong
Me and Cody don't really
Get along like we could
Probably cause it's more Dissonance than it really should
Took a sip of frappuccino
And thought "Damn this shit good"
Made me wonder why it ain't
No Starbucks in the hood
Is it fear of the land that
Was caused by ya forefathers?
The ground shot lava
And the man didn't even bother
The gluttonous enjoy feedin
Off the crabs in the barrel
Waltzin to the music made
By the niggas in peril
I spoke with one of them
He was tryin to match the code
His pants saggin
Lookin like a wolf in sheep
Clothes
I asked em why he sayin
"Slatt"
He said "Cause I'm slime"
I asked em would he'd pull
The trigger when it's drill time
He looked at me said
"Nigga, I don't ever lack
I may look like Logic, but
Deep in my heart
My struggle's black"
Is there truth to his foolishness?
Why is it that hardships
Be the negro exclusiveness
Reminds me of the
Alcohol and sad songs
The past is the reason why
I'm scared to
Pass it on
The future keeps me up
All night, all dawn
The present just be showin
Why we dont even belong
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Psuedo African American
The kings and queens of Mali
Still linger in the back of
My skull
Ever since that overhaul
I been savage like
Pizarro fightin Incas
Get yours by any means
Especially to reach the
Brink of
Riches and euphoria
Although it's all subjective
The coined term for coins
Has forever been the motive
So the moment
That you notice niggas'
Nephews nicklin and dimin
Just to keep from dyin
A product of they environment
Born into the jungle with
No knowledge of the nature
So we ate the poison berries
And suffered from kidney failure
The other dude lived longer
Was able to seek shelter
Till they mowed down his land
And gave it off to a seller
Seen boxes with brighter lights
Than the classes he skipped
Poor etiquette inherited from
The rhetoric of his parents
Who rode the wave of the 80s
And shit
Cause when they were young
3 jobs couldn't help momma
Keep em legit
Alcohol and sad songs
The past is the reason why
I'm scared to
Pass it on
The future keeps me up
All night, all dawn
The present just be showin
Why we dont even belong
Me and Cody don't really
Get along like we could
Probably cause it's more Dissonance than it really should
Took a sip of frappuccino
And thought "Damn this shit good"
Made me wonder why it ain't
No Starbucks in the hood
Is it fear of the land that
Was caused by ya forefathers?
The ground shot lava
And the man didn't even bother
The gluttonous enjoy feedin
Off the crabs in the barrel
Waltzin to the music made
By the niggas in peril
I spoke with one of them
He was tryin to match the code
His pants saggin
Lookin like a wolf in sheep
Clothes
I asked em why he sayin
"Slatt"
He said "Cause I'm slime"
I asked em would he'd pull
The trigger when it's drill time
He looked at me said
"Nigga, I don't ever lack
I may look like Logic, but
Deep in my heart
My struggle's black"
Is there truth to his foolishness?
Why is it that hardships
Be the negro exclusiveness
Reminds me of the
Alcohol and sad songs
The past is the reason why
I'm scared to
Pass it on
The future keeps me up
All night, all dawn
The present just be showin
Why we dont even belong
The kings and queens of Mali
Still linger in the back of
My skull
Ever since that overhaul
I been savage like
Pizarro fightin Incas
Get yours by any means
Especially to reach the
Brink of
Riches and euphoria
Although it's all subjective
The coined term for coins
Has forever been the motive
So the moment
That you notice niggas'
Nephews nicklin and dimin
Just to keep from dyin
A product of they environment
Born into the jungle with
No knowledge of the nature
So we ate the poison berries
And suffered from kidney failure
The other dude lived longer
Was able to seek shelter
Till they mowed down his land
And gave it off to a seller
Seen boxes with brighter lights
Than the classes he skipped
Poor etiquette inherited from
The rhetoric of his parents
Who rode the wave of the 80s
And shit
Cause when they were young
3 jobs couldn't help momma
Keep em legit
Alcohol and sad songs
The past is the reason why
I'm scared to
Pass it on
The future keeps me up
All night, all dawn
The present just be showin
Why we dont even belong
Me and Cody don't really
Get along like we could
Probably cause it's more Dissonance than it really should
Took a sip of frappuccino
And thought "Damn this shit good"
Made me wonder why it ain't
No Starbucks in the hood
Is it fear of the land that
Was caused by ya forefathers?
The ground shot lava
And the man didn't even bother
The gluttonous enjoy feedin
Off the crabs in the barrel
Waltzin to the music made
By the niggas in peril
I spoke with one of them
He was tryin to match the code
His pants saggin
Lookin like a wolf in sheep
Clothes
I asked em why he sayin
"Slatt"
He said "Cause I'm slime"
I asked em would he'd pull
The trigger when it's drill time
He looked at me said
"Nigga, I don't ever lack
I may look like Logic, but
Deep in my heart
My struggle's black"
Is there truth to his foolishness?
Why is it that hardships
Be the negro exclusiveness
Reminds me of the
Alcohol and sad songs
The past is the reason why
I'm scared to
Pass it on
The future keeps me up
All night, all dawn
The present just be showin
Why we dont even belong
Writer: Jaja Robinson
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