Not directed towards anyone

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Verse I:
dear god...all i- got lefffft is my family-
and my health lost my tru- luv cuz i had tragedies-
with my wealth...and lil- tommy went crazy from memories-
of gettin beat savagely- by a belt.......
im the most wanted, most haunted...temptations in my grill-
im the most taunted..now im- disguisin myself, with long-
hair...i listen to- their sh*** talk, then smile-
and accct like i dont care...but u can still see-
the real g thru my strong- stare....and i hear these local-
fake cats blowin up the music- bidniss..off stolen punchlines-
and no sickness...so i- stand back and watch the game change...
and thangs strange... if thass how it became...
then i dont want a part of it...and i recall how they-
all clowned when i started it...8 dollar miiic and-
a dreaaam was my starter kit..wish i could go back to-
this stardom shit...still im- the realest motha f***a rappin-
from my country and you cant- denyyy...dont cryyy juss-
lay down and die... before- you hate on i...and i wish-
i could pursue this rap shit, but there juss aint no time...
livin a normal mans- life without a normal mans-
mind...hear no see- no do no evil as if i-
was blind im the, last of- my kind...aint no gangstaz-
left, in commercial rap...they claim that they is strapped...
but i wont ever let- ayreon be under that stereo-
type...me and you- dawggg we aint sh*** a like...
the mack is stained... cuz rap has changed...these are-
the depths within my blackened brain...and let me put this simply-
dude i brings the ruckuss like- a fat bi***in f***in a skinny- dude...


Verse II:
yo these motha f***az wanna- eat the cake without havin-
to bake...just like they wanna- claim they gangsta for the reputation-
sake, livin as- a fake i hope you suckaz eat-
a plague, see my fate, strictly- devoted to thuggg realness-
do you feel this i, spent- twenty one years helpin to build-
this....gangsta sh*** you reppin- without knowin what it means-
you couldnt be half the man- i ammm even in your dreams...
im seein certain things... that lately everybody-
tryna run wit teams...this gangsta sh*** is deeper than-
it seems...just from one second- of eye contact you can see-
my heart is frozen...dawg- im not the one to try exposin...
but im the chosen-, ghetto prophet for-
the hood so dont chu stick your nose- in... where it dont belong-
cuz you will get put in the saaame- hole we put alll of our foes-
in..they got the clothes- in they ho's in, soft-
heart but from bein so broken...but lookin like-
a cock when they act hard...you motha f***az is-
soft i see through your facade- and you know just who you iz- dawg...

hook 2x:
ive had enough of these fake- motha f***az...these jake-
motha f***az runnin round- talkn bout they always take-
motha f***az...now ask- around dawg...theres not-
a single person thatll tell- you im a fraud ...ENOUGH!...

Verse III:
these newww age rappers is livin- in games...cuz they missin-
they brains....while my tracccks- got more precision than trains...
that means that every thing- i rap, is a f***in fact,
if you can not get wit that, then lean and just sit right back,
im not white, im not black, im not thin, im not fat,
not a glock, not a gat, just a desert eagle thatll-
eat right through your fitted hat, not the coke, not the crack,
not the dope, not the smack, not the type to confess that-
type of sh*** on a f***in track, unlike these imposter mobsters-
tryna brag about a pseudo- posture...flashin the wrong-
signs will cost cha...dont hide- inside the studio dont hide-
behind the mic...the walls- is listenin real g's is tight...
before you know they shuttin- off ya lights...real righttt-
kidnap that ass out of sight...now this is how it is-
kids this is how i lived- kids...this is the biz-
niss...i went to god- so he could fix this...
instead he put me on his shit- list fallin wit the quickness...
testin my patience- hopin imma quit this...