Leaves in the Fall

Leaves in the fall
But When fans leave, when will I fall
Family problems, who should I call
Hard choices hard decisions
Skills help me execute my raps with precision
While I dissect the truth no incision
Add up hate but somehow forget division
But no one learns if we never fucking listen
But if I focus on myself
Then who will be left to help
Dr. king once said I had a dream
Malcolm X was killed by his own team
No one left to trust
(Trust)
Leaves in fall but blood on my leaves
Pressure society lead us to smoking trees
My fellow peers struggle from depression
Smoking weed helps but leads to obsession
But only thing that matters is who you reppin
I've seen both side, suburbs and cities
But I'll tell you the secrets so just please stay with me
Stay right here and remember my lessons
Fight with words and never weapons
Black on black crime shouldn't happen
But Daquan too busy Cappin
His little brother was never found
How can we be men if pops was never around
Hard choices hard decisions

I need to talk about some real shit
Cut the beat, CUT THE BEAT
That's better that's better
Now let me read you the next part of the poem

Lost father figures and dead idols
Is the beginning our creation from the Bible
While we regurgitate scriptures like a recital to remain vital
My torture is nothing more then green screens, that's me being invisible
S on my chest but I'm not invincible
I still hurt I still bleed
I'm as lost as you hoping my soul to get freed
But all you niggas care about is greed
Never thinks of our future and to plant the seed
For the next generation
Cop shootings leads us to the next era of desperation
Or can we focus on our legislation
So that the life we live doesn't feel like segregation
Which leads to separation

Hard choices hard decisions