Abstract Shit

Bare witness
Ox in Belly, no scared business
I kill for nothin I swear on my male privilege
My hood failed me
I'm in mecca
I've been better
The song's a litmus test, a chin checker
The comforts of possessions is a setup
Running on diesel, my VIN number's like 10 ones
I've said once before that peace of mind starts with I
But if I can't see myself I might as well of told a lie
My sharp wit's a golden gun
I'm talking out my golden eye
Blow air inside the cartridge after the first try
Mama Mercedes wants to know when I'll multiply
Truth is I'm scared to pass down the fear inside
Token problems
I stand out like a black eye
They don't wanna put us on
A thorn in their white side
My life wasn't mine since birth
Made 4 agreements changed my mind state, word
Hasn't it occurred, to you
That your feelings are absurd?
Are you too self absorbed?
Too good to get the word?
A higher power beneath you?
You've gathered more people
We still don't believe you
The mirror doesn't lie, and neither does the ceiling fan
Used to lay up thinking 'bout what it takes to be the man
Or really just be a man
Sound decisions and swift action, focus on a passion

And that's some hard abstract shit

Don't stunt
On your stunted
Growth
Come in
Close
That medicine is gross but take your recommended dose
Get it like you know, bro
You fucking with the road or tell me how this gon' go?
Everybody ain't a foe
And every business ain't yours
Go up like streetlights and butterfly doors
Fuck a life like yours
That's my cause
Ya mic sounds off
Halal rice carts how I'm boss
Hot sauce white sauce
I'm nice, y'all
Dogs,
Your heads in a vice, dogs
Noble Nicky Santoro
I'm not Barnes

I won't sell the farm for a car
Arms long enough to box with the law
Fought too hard to give it to the mall
This rap thing's an episode of Lost
Marooned on the island in my mind
A thin line, I live like I die
Going harder than a martyr in a bind
Gimme paradise anxiety is blind

And that's some hard abstract shit