Outlaw Rap

I feel like Martin with the dream But we can’t all get along So when nightmares what it seems Fill a cup until it runs over With dope dealers and fiends But the drug game is dead Replace crack with smoking weed And I’m high, beyond regular eye level I try to be the nice team player But no more Mr. Nice Guy I would die before I apologize For the truth I put in rhymes So critical mind that criticize Until the game itself resets I reflect, they say I live in the past But I don’t, I’m in the present Just trying to keep my black ass out of prison The artist has the power once we get rid of the weak links Damn I just zoned out When pulling my poems out I speak of … Jesus wrote them in blood My flow’s the flood No Noah’s ark can navigate I’m just doing me, so I’m saying Fuck your rules, I’m just doing what I please I feel like Malcolm and the blinds working hard to lead the blind But hated by my own kind What if I put my mind to crime Then my kids don’t have a dad If I get caught I’m doing time I’m not a prophet or professor I’m not here to be no savior Give intellectual lecture I’m here for green money and model chicks Breaking the laws I’m outlaw to your politics Sodom and Gomorrah, I’m a sinner for richer or poorer And solemnly swear to be the … ghetto reporter Yellow pass with broken scriptures you try to decode them I hit the truth inside the ink then went straight to the … Maybe one year the basketball will go straight to a … Underdog eyes running for government, you should be voting And if not, the whole retire craft eyes, I’m just George Bush in the bottom I’m winning by a landslide Look, I feel like Hewie with the panthers, it’s a black tie fear If you got questions, I got answers I guess I’m bout to go to my dark place and walk pass Google me the first place you find me is on smash My brain stump, change your forecast Did he gave him a chance, free at long last No, I’m doing this myself, I have total artist control So if I fail, it’s only me to blame, so here I go Ghetto outlaw rap, hip hop definitive Murder the mike with ignorance, couldn’t label me innocent Shackles and armor jumps suits working my cardio … label me …when it’s all said Artwork is slept on no respect until you’re long dead I’m just speaking to my … follow not a godline I’m an outlaw, on edge