Yea,
.     i miss the simple ****, not that I had it simple back when,
I was a kid with no parents, maby that would explain my appearance.
wearin baggy clothes and Wal-Mart shoes filled with holes.
Told the kids at school i was a gangster,  before i even watch gangland shows,
I knew i had a path so i never chose goin back.
Grew up just a little fast, knew more about the underground than anybody in class

Day dreams of having a home that belong to me bought in cash didint get a loan and im the only one who says who can come  and go
In the front its lookin nice enough for a president to roll up
Int the back tho its a party lets ball till throw up
Gang signs excluded unless your included in mine If you wanna chill around font be actin like your learnin is behind no  scraps allowed any ****** time

I see how they starin, mean muggin like im Carin
Rollin in the cars that there parents gave em bumpin ****** music an callin it rap tryin act hard
thinkin that cuz I walk around town dressed different that they got the upper hand
But who wanna fight?...  anywhere and all the time?
Oh yea its that white guy came from the lame j-town talkin bout how how hes in a gang.
does drugs doesn't give a **** but what was his name? Oh Dennis drain
So you talkin bout the white guy who can really fight loves that **** so much he wakes up  every time he's in runnin distance. And while you ******* pullin 9s he's runnin up killin wit bare hands

Some people say
that the craziest people
are the ones who's minds are great.
And I for one can honestly say
From the bottom of my heart
That my mother might not always stay
But she refuses to lay
down  the ground when times are grey
the sun has burnt away   and everybody
In the world stopped  hears what we say.  every op

Man... I'm so sick of this ****, taking like a politician, tryin ta act like a different person.
Even when im wrightin an gettin twisted.
Stayin up 3 days without sleepin even a second.
I feel like I abandoned my mission, of relatin to the worlds neglected children.
Started spitin **** that  made me sound like a *****.
but the truth is im still white, high, wearin black hoodies and  refusin to accept what I don't like.
Didint notice I was writtin any different I was just hella trippin on the white ****,
sittin up all night on hello poetry half dead, can't remember half of what I said. Just remember i wasn't making sense,
finly went to bed and im back again...

Finley Wearin all black again, bandana ironed in my back left again, but even on my brightest days i was born to sin.
So im still north side 14 only white boy allowed in. Pipe loaded with whatever for forever  someone better burry me with a peice in my pocket to chief on when they lower down my casket and lock it. Then pour little bit of 40 on top for the homie who never stopped kilin it.

Lets make a choice, To use our voice,  be a nation, who prides its self on patients. And personal relations.
Lets stop the politics of presidents and leaders who's voices are conceded. Making speeches that teaches greed  and preaches concepts of needed conformity  of the minority to to the majority.
Lets start voting art into the office that questions normality and helps young minds blossom and think extraordinarily.
Stop with the  concepts of currency over humanity. Our people are what matter,
let's make the world free instead of lying for popularity pleading  that were still. A great country

a kid, leaned up on a wall,
standin in an ally way, same one he inhabits day after day
perfect position for a fiend to find a friend,
but he aint around when the police come lookin,
turnt the corner he's bookin, merch is already hidden
money never left his pocket.
cant afford to find out what happens if he lost it
his profit pays the bills,
feeds his parents addiction , and gives his siblings there meals
he makes every dollor his family has,
stays out till the sun come up sellin bags,
in the morning he steps inside a home
he technically owns gives his mother her morning dose.
goes to make toast for a kid who cant eat cuz his belly ach,
stars to finally doze  till his father walks out wakin him up with a broken nose .!!!!
just to escape what he knows its back to the ally he goes.
till the sun go down and the morning shows.
a thinkig  problem he cures with notes. made to the beats he hears bumpin down the  road.
cant hear the words so he uses his own
simply astar to be just wait till the world know his name.