the fold in your back where I know you keep all the things you never told me
Can you picture my perception?
Discretion avoid deception,
With A nation formed within the pains of its transgressions
How can I Not question re-conception?!
Alls i see is A & T ads in television and magazines
Music LP’s and mixtapes makin money off of weed.
Illegal to be in possesion
but a loophole in vocal advertising-
Bleak rappers in weak stature rockin diamonds reflectin light that could power houses for those in need!
theres no point in tryna shine
Living on borrowed time
You cant begin to pay the dues
To being one devine
But see no one asks the questions,
And if they ever think about it
Threats with 45’s on airwaves makes em second guess it.
But behold a thought recollected-
Your the ones that buy it-
Supported homegrown terror
We’re the hosts of those elected..
But your minds so fogged you cant begin to connect it
That’s all we really are when we leave this frame broken and neglected