Obama Became president a friend died the funeral i wasnt present an
takin another depressant an i might be high but i continue not give a crap
10 steps forwards 100 steps backs no one can not respect that check cats
are they ya friends or enemies waitin to attack the braincells u seem to lack
when i rap my minds open an the rhymes seem to stack straight up like a jack
in the box crazy like u crack aint no time to put up an act not even time to react
cus when ya trapped no fakin give time fo everyone to click clack hit dat trigger
people die cops wanna blame nigga yes i said nigga all u black rapper sayin well it figure
tryna accuse of racist when i'm not i support obama so face this or hit the pot
cus when i hit the beat thats when it hit the streets bangin on my cleets
tryna live under all this heat if it too hot please take a seat ya rhymes make a shriek
when u jus give a peak it makes poeple wish that shit would never leak
cus u could neva get a feat could put me to bed when i'm asleep n u tired of me
well me i'm hypin not write fo the sake of writin i'm right fight for the fate of fightin
not anything slight to take a life an i just might go scrape towards the light an
lightning is blindin frightnin yet guiding rhymin bout time an shit can't see
cus of this strobe lighting
i hope u all enjoy my mixtape
spread this shit around i hope there's a song
u all like
