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Catch22 wrote:Sometimes I sit and wonder if everything that created me will be satisfied by all that I create
It leaves me fixated I... get faded 'til I don't care anymore, I stare at the floor from the ceiling- more appealin' than kneelin' to a God I don't believe in and powerful people can deceive you...

Till you don't believe that this country was stolen from those who owned it
Turned totem poles to homeless broken souls cuz...
Mothafuckahs are greedy leaving... families needy
Kids spray grafitti and smoke weed
I break laws like y'all broke treaties
So don't treat me like a different species

Cause i used to smoke weed till my eyes were sore and.. Some of y'all don't even believe in dinosaurs
There was a time before this was ours
Before there were- roads and cars and our mini ipods
And I.. came to being from nothin to breathin
And maybe theres nothin but being human, then there's nothin at all
I find it.. hard to comprehend and end to beginning
See I was born a Christian, but I got a habit for sinnin
And I don't know if Jesus can see us or if Islams the truth
See me rippin out bible pages twistin Buddha with intelligent youth
I'll... prove to y'all that I was tellin the truth
Cause.. kids in the ghetto turn to felons and troops
Either locked in cages or cockin gages
I be lookin up to the sky hopin God saves us
And I feel.. sadder than ever from the cloud scattered weather or the act of the measure I be actin whatever and.. crackin a beverage while I'll rappin the treble neva let you discover because I'm STILL undercover

Enough of the shields, and to keep it real
I don't give a fuck what you think..
I let sink in your heart
Like a kiss in the dark
Touchin my head while you pick me a part
I used to.. sit in the park, now I'm sittin cozy
You don't know me, or the woman that made my soul be
I spit this verse that's writ while I'm drinkin O-E
And I curse and spit with some stupid homies

While.. y'all talk politics sippin a latte
You be.. bridgin the gap, but you missin the walkway
People dyin on battle fields while I'm yellin at churches
You be fighting these wars just to tell me my purpose?

its worthless....

You can easily stare, but never see me there. Like poor people on Christmas, my presence is extremely rare.

My boys will blame the last weekend on the crazy ass drinkin, when we stole more whips than fuckin Abraham Lincoln.

-Me

Christopher McKinney
Wants to start a record label with j. cole, john legend, alicia keys, the knowmads, jay-z, and krs one

Murk McNasty wrote:This is fucking sad. Seriously.