The Rain Ain't That Bad

When it rains it pours Better change ya course Say you got the drive Til it's time to change ya oil To the victor go the spoils But each is victory is jaded The history keep changin My niggas keep on drankin Pop an extra tab and hope that acid finally changes us for good Gone insane inside the hood That veil as thick as Robin's bitch In the booth spittin til a nigga start to slob and shit Escaping from the bullshit that I'm bothered with The fathers keep on running So the fatherless keep comin And them bitches pullin weaves But the drama is for nothin The problem is discussion When that talkin ain't for somethin That loud to my head Like I'm proud of this concussion I complain about the storm But the rain ain't that bad See Jermaine ain't got dad And Shalaine ain't got god Cuz her main just got shot They be lyin' in them pictures And Zion ain't here And Orion ain't near It's hard to shoot for stars When you ridin in a Kia They tell me keep a smile Like I'm the fuckin Mona Lisa It's cool if sister Jenkins Get caught fuckin on the preacher But I fuck before im married I'll go to hell when I get buried This weight is on my back I'm baring tons like I'm levy And speaking of What the fuck is even up with FEMA bruh It's hard to hold my niggas down when they be holdin people up It's hard to hold em down when they be hold up Who cares what a Tattooed Gold mouthed Nappy haired Pot smokin Acid eatin Shroom trippin Nigga think You focused on them bigger things Right Atlanta house wives Or bad girls who hit the club up Cause a ruckus Find some niggas Prolly fuck em Tell em bout it It's prolly fuck ya But I'd rather give a fuck Cuz the only other choice is givin up On my niggas And I can't Not a sinner not a saint Just a nigga who ain't fake And my heart is on my sleeve But my body's in a tank And everybody in yo crew Think they bout to be that dude But that's 6 plain niggas So y'all squares just make a cube And that truth hurt like tryna learn to ride a bike I seek what they been tryna hide Turns out it was all inside Smarter that I get The dumber that I seemed Awareness made lucid This ain't nothin but a dream And the saddest part is niggas can't holla Cuz the tables get reserved for the niggas makin dollas Fuck if I'm way smarter than a scholar Or rock a golden aura To music like a martyr Instead They barterin their consciousness For them empty promises Work hard you'll get ahead But that's if you don't end up dead I'll take the pain with a cigarette Eric J. Mandela this the prison that I'm livin in And tired of givin in to this system Cuz the interest that I'm payin Just get shoveled to the richest Buncha bitches Fuckin senseless But that's how they want my pockets so I get it I get it