Lost in centuries of self mutuany is unconditional compassion
Manipulation of past n current generations reversal of fortune
Love extended beyond the self for the whole
Wholesome visions are the reasons the american dream is still living
But the dilemma is Fame or family
Dilluted in both history speaks a cautionary tale
Wise people look at us and learn from our epic falls
Ungracefully we bear witness the lost of one another In Confusion
Conversion to the monopoly we were blinded
Isolated from life support so that we'd produce
Us leaders were demoted by our followers bringing discgrace
All of this leading to self hate seemingly its too late
Born a hypocrite
how dare you say the one you love
be the one that you referred to as a bitch
Ironic ain't it ?
But I don't blame us entirely
For we was left uncentered in a desolate world
Unemployed and alone a child of satan
No outlet except eve
Blame worldy sins on her i feel when u blame her i concur
And disagree for we are our biggest enemy
Unspoken is truth that she was there when ya brothers ain't have ya back
Don't call her a bitch or say that she isn't shit
Theres beauty in the simplicity
Her complexion her hair dnt care that its everywhere
A blessing that ya life isn't metaphysical
But is purebred of God's essence
But its often in Vain as we deal with the pain by filling the void
Going unheralded lengths to achieve the hustlers tale the ghetto american dream
When its lived out in ya heart
Never before said it but i love you n thats from the heart
