PSA

-Verse 1-

Ideals false
Full of conceit
You hoes love to hear yo self talk
Stop blocking the path self taught
With your scapegoat opinions
Tools at the mercy of minions
You valorless pretending posers
Impersonate honor for clout
Shit doesn't work in the South
Shooters with frowns that'll
Kill you for diamonds in mouth
You cowards would not be ready for any of this shit.
Pride in these morals don't matter if they are inactive
Or if the Ethics hurt more
Sun wash the rock
Whine to a piece of glass about oppression
Harm others and their ways with your own
Insurgents that surrender to despots
So called gangstas giving twelve 60 minutes
So quick to scorn yet so backslidden
Tails. Speak on behalf of those who's pain you don't bare
Heads. Dismiss the destitute.
Now ends.
Rats running mad.

-Verse 2-

The mere act of existing is hell.
Bitch we here. Might as well dwell.
Level jails with massive bails.
Diagnosticate yourself.
Fuck your pedestal made of sand.
Nothing but a fucking image
There’s no passion for where you stand
Many dying behind the shit that you cucks are just using for likes on the gram.
Cause exploited to fuel an agenda to push of which best plumps their fat pockets.
Girl’s name’s Irony. Ain’t she a bitch?
Your real motives are in the closet.
You don’t even know your own docket
So how does one expect to bring power
To the people from the knowledge
When he or she lacks the virtues or will to apply the
Skill in the field to get glory for the soul to the goal and
Not use pledges, protests, and platforms for unprincipled

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-Verse 3-

Assert to be street warlord by capping expressions
As bacon beckons for your opera encores
You soft as rainbow hair and give them a
Show that gets you and your set mashed
We numb our souls to place down yours
Take roles made for profoundly built
And get caught by folks to then squeal
You made your bed. These boots jumping on it.
While you lay in the dirt with the worms up your skirt
Your audience not excluded to be honest
The kkkrackers too fucking get hurt
All racist cracka KKK
Step up to get your ribs stomped
You fight for bad wants and us for good wants
Aren’t we all beings
Regardless of perspective
We all bout for our

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-Verse 4-

The same thing may make us
But our desires are different
Yours are things and ours are rights.
No equivalence
Laws execute innocence
Getting away with it
False rape accusations
Succubus menacing
Real victims must speak a another language to you
Famous abusers worry-free
Fuckhead fascists.
What makes you so conceited in your ways
That you disqualify all other perceptions?
OGs giving YGs guns without first giving them game
Everyone’s either a pig, a rat, or a snake.
Society is a joke
Time is not for us to waste.