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VotreBoyPoumon

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My beloved T-Rex says “Grown man bars is something you got to deal with”

So all of that collaborated, fabricated; it ain’t gon equal up to this real shit

Check it out, I want y’all to picture this as I paint the slide

Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave is wide

I mean, I had that much love for you, I know that ‘cause you got that much hate for I

Don’t want you to hang your eye

Not for a second lil nigga, catch it, brace your vibe

Be froze, for death is cold

I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide

Bring me mine, nigga, now I don’t wanna break this bond

I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you

For the nights she didn’t write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine

I might do one better with a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind

How strong a queen she is and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride

You see, I take in mind your situation and though I never met your father, I see a lot of his ways in your stride

I mean, you got that “talk it like I walk it” kind of attitude and you know it’s real good he gave you pride

Every son should be proud of his father, and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine

That’s why when I look up at you, I see what he can go through when a father don’t take the time

You know what I think is fucked up? I think it’s real fucked up when those people gave him all that time

You wanna know what’s even more fucked up?

It’s for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five

That’s why I’m angry guy, ‘cause he didn’t take the steps

Now you chase his rep but them runnin shoes ain’t your size

They say don’t whine over spilled milk but what’s a man supposed to do when his baby’s cryin?

Oh he say shit like, “You know, it costs to be the boss”

What, he too good for a payin job?

What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent

Why was that nigga to cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies

But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y’all plate to dine

You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y’all greater lives?

When God gave him drive?

And that Big Meech backup singin ass nigga left your mom out here alone for the latest ride?

That don’t plague your mind? Them mistakes ain’t gods?

And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine?

Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in New York doin

Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nigga

Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that’s gonna be one of your favorite lines

Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs

Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive

But youngin’, I’m tryin to save you from your demise

You said it yourself, “my pops was a real nigga,” youngin that ain’t no lie

He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side

To keep us in the condition where we ain’t made to survive

But you think he a god, well, lemme ask you this

Would you kill the world to save yourself, nigga? Yeah I do think that was wise

Somethin to think about the next time y’all thuggin, drinkin and druggin

Hard liquor, y’all full of killers, remember

I tried to give him the large picture

Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga

You think it’s gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?

Shoot her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner?

Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order?

Is your money being long worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh?

But I’m just tryna give you the large picture

Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga

Gangsta’s brothers like Marcus Garvey

Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong

To puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in God’s army, or them Garveyites

Nat Turner, when the man had us on the back burner

Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of

But then he got murdered

You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nigga

I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed

You know a wise man told me that a wise man understands in this life

You either gon build or destroy

And since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it’s no wonder you talk all that young shit

You a little boy that don’t get the large picture

Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga

Look at me, king, look at me

He was so lost – you lost, nigga

Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN

You’re supposed to be one of the leadin faces in battle rap, look how you represent

They told me, I said stop lyin, y’all hype em

You in the crib with pissed alligators and shit

Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted

Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture

“These Detroit niggas still cockfighting”

Lux >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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