dead in gone

let's talk about this shit I'm professiolizing hits attitude I'm convinced the shit they say dont make sense can't tell your friends from your foes these bitches is hoes told em take off they clothes in hop yo ass on this pole make your lose control legs shaking ona floor riding a nigga fast in slow the bitch just pass go in a room full of smoke dick is all in her throat hands is all up her skirt finger her in church whats worth a black life worth got niggas thinkin they curse been strapping since birth protecting my earth the sun moon and stars its like the darker you are but they couldn't see pass my scars memories of Lavar his death then broke my heart tattooed his name on my arm