Coping Mechanism

[Verse 1] Jotting down rhymes in my notepad Mechanism to cope with a system that's hopeless I hope less of the negativity from my enemies Get to me still end up with mo' stress And no rest, tryna progress oh yes Told me hang it up like a coat check It's no threat, we ain't gon' sweat Tell them throw the towel in I'm on next (Ahhh!) Life is a game I ain't playing around Bring up my name they ain't saying a sound Why panic when there's danger around I'm the titanic and they finna drown I'm fly man it ain't safe on the ground Time to scratch the record turn tables around Acting reckless backpacks and benzes Came for the crown and I'm back to get it [Verse 2] And I just wanna Live my life, forget my strife Find me a dime with her mind on the grind When it's time to resign, make the chick my wife Alright Well I'm just tryna right these wrongs And write these songs The light so bright that it blinded me At my highest speed low my eyes can see Take a good look at the life I lead For what I believe, fight like ALI The greatest in the making, shit I might just be Who'd have thought little old righteous me Could lock Hip Hop I forgot the key Making profit in my pocket is a prophecy Drop the beat and there ain't no stopping me (You don't really want no problems) Cock back squeeze bang [Verse 3] Well Jimmy only 16 but he seen plenty Other kids with the fly shit that he envy Plus his mama can't afford to pay rent, heat Or electric so he selling dope just to make ends meet And maybe buy some kicks Such an honest kid he just tryna live (ugh) So drug dealing the prerogative In the inner city something gotta give [Verse 4] Move packs like federal express Middle of the damn day praying they don't get arrested Like their development, fighting for the hell of it Fundamental darkness, got you living devilish Ain't no telling if little jimmy selling bricks stopped Then maybe he could be the next President Barrack But the block surrounded by hesitant residents Scared to death of the kids that they never showed affection It's Bloods and Crips, they wearing blue and red And when they get together they just do the work of the confederates Detectives ain't detecting shit, checking us for evidence Holding up the copy of some sketches we resembling And oh the humanity It's real we got police brutality And still I'm not afraid, no no, I'm not afraid, no no See times changed man this shit just ain't the same no mo' I wish my brothers in the struggle wouldn't bang no mo' I wish these hustlers on the strip ain't have to slang no dope I pray for mothers of their kids cause it's painful yo To raise a child inside a space where there just ain't no hope