even if I lived in the suburbs with fags I can count on the cops to remind me that i'm black,
if you ever forgot? you can count on me to remind you that you're whack, lyrically, and in real life you're white trash,
I've realized that haters like you, don't even know you're hating,
till my bars got you cage in, trapped in uncomfortable conversations,
everything is subtle, not so blatant
it's frustrating when they keep fucking with you,
and the people don't have a clue, they just vote against you and tell
you to stop complaining. ,
when you're white privilege is annihilated, you become trash, and develop suicidal traits,
your whole life has been a lie and it's fake,
i'm like your MOM, when she smiles and lies to your face,
fucking with your mind till you break,
so that the drugs they prescribe? I can take..
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