Simplifying the math, one plus one, two!
We got a match, you? Unforgettable! The princess of doom
Me? The new writer, a poet to look
I'm on that new shit, news clothes new kicks
Won't complain about life, it gave me a break
The problem remains, they still think I'm insane
Who should I blame? My Childhood or the failing state?
Decaying rhymes, but damn! I'm on some new shit
Hands down, they shoot quick
Ducking and dodging, some matrix splits
I heard they shot a brother 7 times
Each bullet had a sin, anger was inside
What? Not on my Town?
Fuck you it's the struggle all around
I pick em by the ancestry, proud of being in the melanin dynasty
I'm on some new shit, head resting
Coming off, a brain hangover
Still the kid, so you better hand over.. the pen
Still sick, writing new poems to bang
Man, it's unparalleled, destructive
Why im writing poems, to begin with
The fan boys, corpse, like a wwf character
They think it's forced, like I'm speaking through a manekin
In this days, you have to box like floyd
Times counting, here's a new one burning like a fresh new joint.
Who the hell is a ***** 12/09/2020