Ends and the Means

Twenty something candles on that cake
Twenty something missiles bomb them place
Twenty bodies underground six feet down everybody frown say grace
Double twenty that's your age, then begin to say life begins too initiate
That's the Bullshit, that's the true mierda life begins when you feel it putting pressure

On you nigga, part 2 nigga, with two paths choose one answer
Pray to God, and the 12 disciples that the path you chose, has no consequences
Turn you to a tramp with no pot to piss in
Turn you to a nigga know the gun you hang with
Turn you to a bitch in the corners sniffing waiting for a nigga to perform you business

I just want my eyes, to witness my damn kind, succeed in what desires them to feel alive
Them to realize their true potential might
Them to realize color ain't a crime
Us to realize, we should multiply, positive in mind, soul body crying
Filling up a basket (that's impossible)
Filling up a casket (too cliché for sure)

I know you'll make it my nigga for sure
I know that Billie gon' know you exist
Go make it big, go kill the set
That's what I tell myself, my own fan, A-C relaxed

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Tell me the stories about all the, turm-oil-spilt
Back in apartheid like voice, time-traveling
Fuck it I rather try paving the way, for the future
Fuck it I rather go change the game for the future
Fuck it I rather start talking about me nigga
Fuck it I rather start talking about me finna
Get this game, play this game
Beat this game, test this game

I just have to refine, twenty thousand hours harnessed in the craft
Ten toes down in this quicksand, that's analogy is you bout to last
Full throttle gas gear on the last, I ain't looking back if this music bash
Family in France, fuck it in Japan, Granny Lulu Glad, I ain't turning back

I go crazy, schizophrenic go berserk on station
Police go berserk if provoked to the point they whip the piece for the peace to be on cadence
Hope I don't get in the midst of the crossfire
Slap on the wrist if they caught tired
Lacking on the scene, switch the tale right
Government deceit, that don't sit right

Back to me and my bright dream, Billie Eilish lay my piece (piece)
Bring the homies to the round table and we all eat feel like kings (kings)
Swear to God with no profane language, please uplift the curse
Pinky ring on my grandad and a Maybach for the years, fuck a speech (fuck a speech nigga)

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