Blezs - Muder She Wrote

Yurr
Checking in from the hood
From this porch my eyes have seen a bunch of brashness
Ducking for cash purses get snatched
Discarded bags the trashes of addicts
Mathematicians on the ave perform acrobatics
Gymnastics with their product and then they stash it
Bend it stretch it like elastic left only fractions
Like quarters and halves and adolescence laugh
Replaced with tears show sadness fatherless past
Lacking passion only love for the streets
Man no love for the weak
You either get down or lay down
You lay down you stay down
From sprayed rounds and shells in the street
Next to chap stick
Make you wonder who walking with chapped lips
Elevator with the scent of piss like kid’s mattress
Mother still cooking fried chicken steamed cabbage
With mac and cheese on the side
The government kind
Up in the line with the EBT
The hell with her pride
She got the card we ain’t trying to hide
We trying to survive
And it’s hard with a baby that cries
Right through her eyes
And the 9 to 5 plus her little brother getting high
But it’s cool cause she understands it
Cause she experimented
Before she even was apparent
She wasn’t hearing it
I guess deaf eyes are something we grow
And I guess Death is something we know
And what’s next? Next is something for broke
And the devil is a bitch cause it’s murder she wrote
In our defenses our picket fences resemble chain links
Replaced all the masters and whips with Bush and Cheney
Too much for blackie to fix Obama save me
First they were riding his dick and now they angry
Shit getting treated like shit and nothing changing
And nothing janking your mind planking remember slavery
4 years don’t equal 400 hardly compares
Pray his healthcare is better than the welfare
I hope the soldiers overseas fighting practice stealth there
And kids way badder these day bring back the belt years
Give that bad bullies some jollies
So catching bodies with a shotty
Inside a college lobby no longer hobbies
And play some Lodi Dadi in the party
It’s more hearty and hardly dangerous when mixing it with Bacardi
It’s plenty hatred in the world face it
But what’s the motivation for education with no jobs for the educated
Now the children with their ignorance embrace it
Become complacent getting lazy playing play station
Whatever game is they favorite go out and imitate it
And now tell me ain’t no truth within my statement
I guess deaf eyes are something we grow
And I guess Death is something we know
And what’s next? Next is something for broke
And the devil is a bitch cause it’s murder she wrote

Written by:
Terrence Dean

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