I grab mics so it's my obligation
to make sure there's no contamination.
No ill virus, can you dig it just like Cyrus.
If your style is stank, you walk the plank
cause I'm a pirate, why you violent?

Is it cause your immature, insecure and childish
or is it cause it sells records and you think it's stylish?
The kids around my way be blinded by that garbage,
strange we need to rearrange. Something's got to change.

Your mind's been conditioned, trained,
take a listen to the people in the game,
take a look at what they do.

'Cause what they claim is fake and the fame can be fatal.
But you're born to make mistakes, flesh and blood, only human.
Got all the youth consuming lies with no solution, cut the bullshit,
I pity that style that you're using
'cause you choose to do what he does, not your own. You're a follower, following and the leaders always cheated.

Believe it. Whatever I say I live and breath it.

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We grow like tress but the forest full of youth
get chopped at the roots and that's the sad ass truth.
It's an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth.
To the bullet, to the trigger, to the gun some shoot.
And some get the boot while others got no couth.
Some are living buddhas and we be the living proof.
Walking on the shores of truth without a clue.
ell me what you do when no one understands you?

You gain self hate or else you elevate. Frustrated.
Damning fate, illuminated, feeling great,
Dominated by the papes, emancipated by the power
of my own mind diamond like on the mic.
This is dedicated to the children.

Yesterday they killed one in my next door building
and the killer was too young to see the pen.
He said I shot him 'cause he didn't represent
and the victim was barely pushing 10
got shot because he didn't represent…c'mon.

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