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YO
YUCKEE and KAPER
HIP HOP is BACK
Crossing all dividing lines
Mother Nature Father Time
Send me back to end the mass shooting trend pre Columbine
Constant crime is on the rise
Our children's eyes are open wide
Bottom line I'll ostracize myself and not apologize
What should I be sorry for
A drive that leaves me wanting more
All aboard the mothership
The pirates hit right off the shore
Judgment Day is on the way
I see it in my distance
Still trying to pray away the images from past decisions
Lost in my addiction active visions sac religious
Sixty days inpatient treatment brought me back to handling business
On Halloween was on my knees asking for forgiveness
He answered my prayers and got me out of there right after Christmas
I was trippin
Strangers I just met were mad suspicious
Being tested
I guess the devils vengeance wasn't finished
What a blessing cuz nothing special happens overnight
My confession
I share it with you cuz it's only right

I wake up at night and I reach for the light
How could I switch from the Green to the White
Too stubborn in times when I needed advice
Still blaming the world for not treating me right
Read and I write at the foot of my bunk
Head got so big then it finally shrunk
Anxiety sucks
Who can I trust
Especially after she lied to me once
Pop me a bar then I roll me a blunt
Now maybe finally I'll get some rest
Everyone tired of me drinking and lying too late by the time that I try and confess
Life is a mess and the culprit is one
It ain't me I ain't no fortunate son
It's the first of the month
Rent isn't paid by the eighth then my shit gon be out on the lawn
Tired of this watered down auto tune shit that I hear in my ear when the radio on
So I make a new song with no expectation of anyone trying to play it at all
Game has evolved
I fixed it before
But now I'm like Dora I came to explore
Got Kaper involved
Who got a problem
I came from the bottom
I'm safe when I fall

A thousand mile journey begins
With just a single step
Before we speak concerning my fears
Inhale a single breath
Although the end result isn't clear
I'm sticking out my chest
I'd hate to sound Obsessed but I'm focused
So no amount of rest
Or water from the fountain of youth conjoined with wisdom's stream
Could separate my soul from my truth
Now that's the winning team
I burn through vocal cords in the booth
Neck in a guillotine
No longer fiend simple green
Just chillin spittin shit I mean