Cue MaB - Poem of Tapes

I was smoking like i lost somebody But i really lost myself
Tryn keep up with the finer things On designer things was hurting ya wealth
These hoes these bitches don't care Bout nothing but a bag
Selling there ass titties boobies on Camera going out sad
We live in the past to much on things That we had
Talking to my 5 percent brother on How does he fast
I want a religion but i'm scared Commit too many lies
Telling me that's god peeing on my Head that's bullshit surrounded by Flies
But then they say you treat everyone Equal an there be a prize
Buddhism Hindi y'all religion do Sound the most wise
Enough of talking on that let's talk About compression
Morality judging because a weapon
While the next brother in state College getting a lesson
I hope you don't catch on way to late
Yes i'm done welcome to my tape

Written by:
Quimani Neal

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