Lawrence Jamal - Last Chapter

Hello
What up bruh
Yo, what's good
Nothing'. What you got going
Man, I'm over here finishing up this album. About time to drop it man, for real
Word? – Yeah. About that time man
Bet. Gone and spit sum off of it then
Spit something? Heh. Man, I had this poem I wrote earlier
Um - Let's see what I said. I said
Every time I rap feel like I'm stepping up
Haters see me say "wassup" 'cause they ain't built their chest enough (look)
And every time I snap, I turn the set to dust. Homie had the carbon clutched, I asked him Why he picked it up
Glock-forty. Bigger than them nuts up under lifted trucks. I just wanted to tell him about This music I been whipping up.
I just wanted to tell him about this truth that I been living from; Young brother, came out The roots, I was tripping huh
You know we're living in this modern day. Kids, falling off the porch. They don't care Mama say. Gunplay another sport
One wrong move, you removed like its lingerie. And all these dudes got to prove now we Got to pray
All seems cool till his face on the news, 'cause his hands in a cuff never made much Food
And songs 'bout killing never made one cool. I said
Songs 'bout killing never made one cool
So, what's a black life after; Black Lives Matter. When black lives still get baptized in Blood splatter
They act like it's all our fault when guns start clapping; shot a man seven times in his Back, Now that's backwards
Man said that slavery was a blessing. That's pastors
Some said to pay it no attention. That's actors
And one said they never seen racists. That's rappers
Got to turn back and take care of problems from last chapter

Written by:
Lawrence Frierson

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