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by Lola Bean
Yo shifty eyes be lookin side to side
Trying to find those lines and those rhymes
That yo sham hand can’t write
That yo sham life denies
You can’t spit nothin but lies
You can’t tell the dark from the light
You stand there while we do the fightin
Like you a baby in diapers
Youngster ain’t nobody buyin it
Why you even tryin?
Hand the mic over and sit silent
Wait what? You think you got something to say?
Cuz you read up on some book and downloaded nwa?
You think you can tell me the truth like you know the way?
Like you ain’t no fake?
Like you a general and I’m just tryin to keep pace?
Like you been there enuf times to know which road to take?
Baby, you wouldn’t know truth if it walked right up to you
Shone light in yo eyes and pulled blessings right through you
You aint’t got a taste for the struggle cuz it’s teeth haven’t bit you
Cuz when I’m out on the streets you at home sippin yoo-hoo
And when you had yo lunches saran-wrapped and packed by yo mama
I was tryin to make papers takin my top off
Or makin that drop off or getting those rocks off and scrubin that shit
off
But look at you - yo life’s been so soft
I came up takin fists
And you was handled just so soft
I climbed out suckin dicks
But yo path was just so soft
I can’t sleep cuz I’ll get bit
But yo pillow looks so soft
I got scars all over and shit
But yo skin it’s just so soft
And I got me a twitch
But yo steps they just so soft
Fool you can take them soft feet and just step the fuck right off
Cuz the shit yo be spittin is straight toxic its so off
Taking the truth then makin a spin-off
Wearin a sag tryin to hide that yo dicks small
Turnin hip-hop to grift-hop you lyrical jack-off
I’m comin hard baby so you best just back off
And keep on walkin til you right the fuck out our way
And let someone with truth get up on the stage
Someone with stories to show us the way
Someone with sight to grant us some grace
Someone in the struggle that ain’t so two faced
Awww, did that one cut? Am I crampin yo style?
This bastard girl unowned and run wild
Fist in the air fightin for survival
Ya I guess I’m a headache cuz you just small minded
We fight to survive while you just sit there bitchin
Bout how all that stress is just to much fo yo melon
Ya I bet yo dome be splittin
Damn , sweetie, I bet yo brains be illin
We burn full blaze while you barely flickerin
We walkin timebombs and you aint even tickin
You tappin yo feet but you aint tryin to feel it
You was just lookin for our stories to be stealin
For our worries to be pimpin
For our glories to be reapin
Pimp, you ain’t got nothing worth feelin
You can stop with that shit - I ain’t tryin to hear it
I aint got time for this bullshit
I’m fightin the fronlines you just out there frontin
I’m bringin up soldiers you aint bringin up nothin
I’m protecting the light you lettin the dark in
I’m crawling my way out and you tryin to get in
I roll deep in the struggle you don’t know where to begin
I’m tellin my story - you lyin with yo pen
You got caught and I’m tellin my kin
You ain’t one of us – you one of them.
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