i'm an exhibition of man's wickedness
a confirmation of our race's sickness
decedent of those bred out of spite
for endurance and might
to watch chicken scratch criminals stack wealth to new heights
i might
just summon the will like a subpoena
to irritate shit deep within like jalapeños
with my words as my gringos
take aim and never miss like a black out card in bingo
bank on what was like a casino
feast on what was reaped with my peeps to strengthen the pack like dingos
be who they point to when they ask "have you seen those...
...niggas over there?
chasing dreams and wife'n em
gang banging on ignorance, hate fighting em
all the wild, untamed, swagger jackers biting em
look in their eyes
i think that shit exciting em
i'm still trying to figure the shit that'll frighten em"
well i saw you looking, and head inkwell... blase... something
but what you trying to figure out don't exist...
it's nothing
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