unfinished

i was born from the sand body chiseled by his hand to a broken motha land another black man getting judged by his skin an he lossin all his kin to the cops an the pin so focused on L's never thought of how to win cuz this life that i live got me stuck in a trend but im not trending back against the wall an im not bending heart so cold an its not mending so two different flavors in my cup im blending juz to see if i can heal me ik that you can feel me we im fucked up juz no that be the real me who unconsealed a real beast now im ready eat all up on the microphone i cannot be beat they lable me a thug cuz im roamen the streets an toatin some heat an screamin fuck the police