Oh, my Shakti, this is the first time you've spoken of work. See the devil twitching, ears itching from the truth Strange fruit, cyanide souffle in soup It's tasty for a few, a murder for the group A dead-end street with a lemonade stand Where is the sky in Upside-Down Land? That question is hard if you can't see the stars I'm really not sure, ask me tomorrow I may not be here, I'm feeling like I might just leave Before I start a fire or a fight A boat, but nah son, I couldn't just chill Everybody giggling, that kid was getting killed And I knew when I stood, they would turn on me And I don't need no more trouble with my sleep So I did what I did, and that's what it is Tell the sheriff and the deputy, I don't give a fick Tell my mama and my kin and all of y'all and nephews Like this, get free and stay sick And that's it And educate Peace parishioners, all lookers and listeners Visitors, keeping the consumption conspicuous Kids graduating from public schools and prisoners Underprivileged, aboriginal, indigenous Sent images of that family that got adopted The president of some non-profits is out of pocket I heard the world ending, it's trending, I try to watch it I focus on center and winning was not an option The system we compete against Is farm-to-table, hand-picking them ingredients Civil disobedience, encyclopedia definition The greediness, gluttony, please take heed Of who you treaty with, me, Freddy Flacco In shock, never forgot though That Plymouth Rock landed on top of New Morocco Couldn't see who was firing shots, the shooter got low And left a burning cross on the lawn, just like a pothole I may not be here, I'm feeling like I might just leave Before I start a fire or a fight They say in the six bands, I hire for the flight So I may be a hitman, for hire for the night If you're figuring this man's maniacal, you're right Barcodes on the wristband, it's not an oversight They intentionally expand, probably to extradite If you wanna play blind, just look straight into the light The puppeteer's playing you for spite And worldwide, what we're paying is the price And that's life And education Wouldn't let the buck talk, trying to wipe a cut-off Can't train a ho, could never put me in a slug ball Education, taponomics, narcotic club talk My hand was right back in the bird soon as they took the cuffs off Gotta feed your * wolves or they gon' feed on a nigga It's quite ironic how all this ice, he keep the heat on a nigga My cousin beat me for a pack and I put the beam on that nigga And now I'm gotta finesse the plug because I de-boy that nigga Used to be peace and no's, drop a op like pop Stinky Low Last Friday, hit by the poles, threw dope in the commode Got off the stove and slow my roll, I'm in the maz now But I still serve your baked potato, Bobby Johnson style You ain't lit, you litter like Trump Twitter feed Black monster *, I'm more Melvin Williams than Genovese Them fistfights had me swapping blood with my enemies Came from no set if you want gang banging in Lil' League I may not be here, I'm feeling like I might just leave Before I start a fight or a fight A million * dollars a year just won't suffice Gotta factor in them old bad habits and the cost of life, cost of life We stay so high, that's why we can't come up My credit score was zero, I'm still pulling ranges up The cash counters is counteractive to pay Because gas pipe pumped like when Dominique used to lace them up I changed it up, I pray the streets don't take what's left from me Drugs for the free, soul sold separately