16 bars 3-20-22 #17

My cousin implied he's untouchable.

I couldn't help but think of the bottom caste.

It made me contemplate the words he spoke.

Does he recognize the farmer's yoke?

Is he on the inside of the inside joke?

Are we mesmerized by the metronome?

To be left alone is to be left to die.

You went through it and, shit, so did I.

We're fighting two different demons.

Divided we fall.

Can't see a reason to fight in a war.

I'm writing these scores, demanding the truth.

Won't settle for less, so I'm opening doors.

What's in the way?

The political villains, the pills, the middlemen, militants, acetaminophen, pyramids, trickling, belittling tentaments, false sentiments, and way more than fits in one multi syllabic rhyme scheme.

And all this shit just made me strong.

Why the fuck do you think I sing.

We used to scream fuck phetamines.

Now the devil's dick's your guillotine.

And you can't even talk to me.

We don't want to hurt somebody.

We just want to live our lives.

I don't want to be nobody.

I spend time with beats and rhymes.

Your songs have hypnotized me.

Im the only one who can change my life.

Forgive and forget? Did you forget that?

Like an Indian from the bottom caste who sweep the streets for bits of scraps.

No limit on the dreams I grasp.

Tops's twisted like your cola cap.