Black Bastard

African male with a path destined for Hell
You can tell from his past that this nigga was born to fail
Neglected by god but he still continued to pray
This young ass bastard with the last name McCray
The egotistical god who was labeled as such a fraud
Had a mystical squad and a flow that deserved appluase
Never fucked with them niggas who always claim to be lyrical
Their chances of being big slightly none to a miracle
That fat black bastard who just can't seem to do right
Who at the lowest of times had thought of taking his life
His hands couldn't do it he put his throat to the knife
And thought how he could end all his pain with this one single slice
As much as he hated life he had love for it still
So he put down the knife and shrouded his doubt in some guilt
This no life bitch my grave should be in a ditch
Zephyr god king of kings this nigga really ain't shit
Can you imagine a nigga who always talking his shit
Who at the end of the day would cry at night like a bitch
Product of my enviroment the realest dude to die
They won't ever tell my story bitch they'll bury me in lies

Father where are you
What have I turned into
Give me some piece of mind
So I can speak the truth
Preaching to the youth
The battered and abused
Give them peace of mind
So they can see the truth
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I'm a stereotype
Bitch I don't have a dad
But given my pigmentation that isn't really bad
I seen the pain of my niggas robbed of they fucking youth
Cause they the man of the house since daddy chucked up the duece
That's just a modern nigga household
Ya momma taught you how to be a man since he was out cold
Only stayed to see you turn a year then packed his bags
But if you're ever big you know that he'll come running back
Claiming this my son I knew that he'd be number one
But if you fall he'll be the first nigga to jump the gun
I'm Chief Keefin that's that fucking shit I don't like
How can you claim you there for me ain't stayed to fit the fight
You know I hate you don't you come back to this house again
Don't try to get back with my moms go hit the road my friend
There's no space for you don't tell me why you had to leave
Bitch I'm breaking free I'm taking off my fucking leash
Don't try to father me always constantly bother me never seemed to acknowledge me always wanted no part of me
Never will be your prodigy no more time for your modesty
Aint no need for commodity don't apply your authority

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