Speechless The Poet



yeah yeah parasites and yourselves last minute Jim black man do five years but you still go to hell 25 years for selling a pad for Grandma keep half a key to the quarter still don't have to meet my all black life lattice but shall I say not of all black life matters and ain't no habit to this shit that they're given slavery with a twist you still take flame pit fan taxes and shit you still paying taxes over a 30-year mortgage in don't understand that you if you get divorced in she takes half the skin with half the pills have the house half the kill is half the ill I have the house drink when it shit in this world an American drink and American teams in America you and me so stop chasing this dream it's like smoking nigga team soon you'll catch cancer fish so follow me like rabies in my soul victims of a known not understanding where I ever grow old

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