Blind

Look.. I walked out the gates in my mind at age fifteen.. Started reading bout the rothchilds And worlds wealthy Rocafella not young hovas, the white fellas Bill gates and Henry Ford, the rice dwellers.. Everybody eating wit a peace of the pie.. Young nigga in my mind think imma get mine That’s a crazy thought alone, cause we just getting by Pops going to work everyday, in suits and a Tie I was shy lil nigga at first I still feel am Wild lil nigga of course And big will a I’m Eating.. black eye peas, warmed up wit some sugar.. That shit was gross.. But that was all we had to get fuller.. My momma taught to us eat what was set before us.. And pray before we feast, cuz that Government cheese was like poison.. These the kinda stories that I really don’t enjoy man.. I feel embarrassed everytime I think of joy man.. Not used to it.. But hey I’m losing.. Minus well do it, it ain’t shit too it!! Take my chance, and make this music And pray that I don’t loose my soul, as I lui up da loffers in my feet Oh God, I look SHEEK! Diamond rings, bling bling, I look fleek.. They say “back in africa we always wore these things,” Man my programed Christian Mind ain’t seen a thing... I feel guilty... Oh lord I can’t ball.. Just kill me.. Conviction Conviction I feel guilty.. Conviction Conviction This is real be.. (Conviction!) In my mind.. Con-flict-tion.. Con-flict-ting My complex.. I was taught “it was all Bad..” (In my mind..) Con-flict-tion Con-flict-ting.. My complex.. I was taught this was all Bad.. Win-ners in a winnabeagle.. Spent my winters in a wonderland whippin, fuego Had a Puerto Rican bitch beside me like diago, .. Man I put that shit on everything just ask yiyo Africa to Merica, .. To conscious to the blind.. Over here we call it life They call it genocide Over here we call it freedom They say free doom.. I’m working on my visa, man, I’m bouta jump the broom I’m getting married to the ME I don’t know Like I showed up. To the wedding wit the ye mask on, and tux yo like Blank face, bank chase, make money make rank, give thanks, to the highest, die Lit! Get raised To the highest parts of heaven cause you knew you had a cause U wasn’t faking with yo story, wasn’t no fuckin Santa clause Just a dawg and his bone, tryna find his way home, thinking of the darkest thoughts like I don’t wanna die alone.. I don’t want no Jim Crow, I want a mind of my own To the third degree!! I need brain surgery.. Im tryna rid my thoughts of anything that keep me feeling weak, I feel conviction.. But I’m not sure conviction feeling me man.. Con-flict-tion Con-flict-ting my conscience.. I was taught, “it was all Bad..” In my mind.. Con-flict-tion.. Con-flict-ting.. My complex.. I was taught, this was all Bad..