Never been something I'm proud of But always something I do I always running of the scene Nit wanting to be seen Always had a reason But it come round like the four seasons Let me season Then we believing Had to wear a mask I wanted that ass But didn't want her to see my face Didn't want her to see my race Now im not ashamed of my race But it's not something I'm proud of I'd take a round of Bullets of led Bullets to the head To keep her breathing But my heart breaking so I'm leaving Emotions unroll Like story on scroll And something never been told Now this ain't just a rap Some bars This shit straight from the heart Cause I don't rap these words I scroll em I dont spit these rhymes I twirl em I put paper to pen Tight like we were them Control them Too many black folk Salty but not salt Sadly just a word that Don't change much it still our fault A wise man once said For the black it's twice as hard Now that wide man was close to Me So these aren't just bars This a real story Of hunger hate pain joy it all the same A story of love when we were kids We pray Or we used to pray For times like these Rhyming sprees Adrenaline runs to me feet When I kick that ball When she lick that ball She give me a foot job Playing like messi now it's got messy It's my fault Semen can spray all over her belly But would she remember it barely I already got a mother that I love But I want a woman for another kind of love Not just one who could give me sine head I want belly rubs Enough said We should come to a close I should stop dating these hoes Should stop these hook ups look up Never look up to those men on shows Or on pornos It ain't real It's just a veil to trick us into evil One that was knitted by needle But not like these bars you have read They come from another kind of thread When we met We smoked some weed Drunk some mead Leaving Cigarettes on your apartment floor Leaving open the door So everyone can hear the love from our room Room 44 But those days are gone Those days are long gone But we still log on To those accounts Couple weed sprouts Moaning we shouts But it different It different If the lord watching above so my ancestors Black folk that had to die but why I ask the pastors Got no answers but words on paper Written down then sing that sound But do they understand what the world is We all living in this shit But some chose to ignore it In the name of one Another person Who means more But we already mean less So what's the point in a lore When it all the same The ones who innocent get the pain And the fuckers who dirty get away Again But come on we a family We can push through when the world against us We a fam All at the table for breakfast As we fight for the last peice if stale shreddies On the rotting wood Maybe we never should of existed Atleaset then we wouldn't be in this shit