They got me feelin like a Black Democrat
Dying with Velocity From Critics and All the Shit
Lyrical Disclaimed like Scripture from a Monument
Spirtual Insane thats what their calling it


Here comes the messiah back from the burning brides conquering foreign land
When money met soil discovery of Oil as our president fights over pouring cans
Liquor hits the floor in the memory of another falling soldier lost in the war
As minimum wage raises the food gas cell phones and pagers costing ya more
Justice is overrated cops battle civilians thats why we see rise in crime rates & killings
Freedom of Speech is poetic but when negative no one cares for my mind state & Feelings
Inspiration dedication and hard work turns to devotion they dont teach you this school
Incarceration Hesitation earns you Commotion now wonder why niggas snitch on fools
America it sets us up for failure and whether you like our not slavery never left
They enhanced it cause now you have to pursue a 9 to 5 to save yourself from death
Black skin tone sometimes wish I wasn’t maybe life would be easier if I was G.B. cousin
Loans for college blown on a car while Mr. Bush is in his Chopper Im in the G.T. Stuntin
Feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders heaven only knows my time of departure
Still tight the fates of my worlds almost over Its Written in Ink like a line from an author
Only god can judge me but still automatically criticized and disclaimed but I can live with that
There for the good bad and ugly I’ll place no man above he that’s a promise and a considered fact
Guns flare so if I die young the blood cause & effect should tell you I went out as a Black Democrat