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Receive the finer things cause I have a calmer temperament

That temperament's the leverage I need to claim a settlement

Settling on dollar bills and high heels for the woman that birthed me, shoutout mama

Harboring trauma, double standards: unlawful

I ain't really into foreign concepts and karma

It's unthought of

To speak about something other than sexual encounters and what comes with the subject matter, gold platter

More problems

More bottles

More broke fathers hand in hand in S.N.A.P. lines with the single mothers

Divorcing co-conspirators who made a fear of the offspring that sprung entombed from their mother's womb

Lord, sweep away the misery with the loving broom

Someone with a purpose in this life: I was groomed

To be a man with a passion and without a doubt, in tune

I despise going outside my bedroom

I don't want to feel no more

I don't want to heal no more

I don't want to live no more

Desperation of a condemned man, make it happen

My success is the instigation leading to the provocation of the white man and the cold, corrupt law-makers

Tax the money, brutal tactics, what does that make us?

Ill-equipped laborers?

Unfavorables?

Quite debatable if modern day music is relatable, they all talk about luxuries unattainable

Rubbish

But who am I to speak on this guise?

I just want to be immortalized

Heinous

Why'd he even think to create us?

We kill each other off, scrap for money, we're the basis

Of a failed upbringing, hear the fat lady singing, "I told you little whippersnappers the bell of death is ringing"

I don't want to feel no more

I don't want to heal no more

I don't want to live no more

Desperation of a condemned man, make it happen