My Dear

[Verse 1 Devine Carama] I work in inventory, counting shit I can't afford Eye balling the cutie at the counter in the store And yes I am poor, so how do I approach her Going straight for the chocha or something a little more But it's hard to be me when I'm sexually frustrated and Stress about money, plus I'm feeling like a mummy To these real queens, plus the studio always booked to capacity everytime I'm trying to record Engineer don't you know this music is my diary Like when my girlfriend dumped me, and my job fired me And no one else would hire me](undefined), and a few rappers inspired me And still trying to figure out how to use my gifts from the Lord And though I'm far from perfect I try to do right and pray for help while I worship But my witness is conflicted cause I preach through the speakers While the deacons and preachers lead us from the churches We are kings of a race on some nigga shit From the judge scream guilty in the face of innocent Mother earth always falls for father time So when the clock strikes 9, leap out the way of the pendulum When I'm single, my shows packed with queens I got a boo, no my female fan base dwindling In this life my Lord I got options surely Stolen dreams, trapped between the cops and the jury Plus I'm feeling like racist I packed boxes for Katrina, but I do shit for Joplin, Missouri Raps my confession, dear pastor can u hear me I use move dro and hold a Glock name Nena Pop at your team and, so confident and conceded When my cocks in between her, and I would rock her to sleep A follower not a leader, but now they follow me the leader God's never late, we just want our blessings early Blood of slave, we hustle to get paid And single mothers struggling, waiting for the government to pay It's better to be a square that's alive And survived the hood, then thug lying dead in a grave Don't lust for the fame, and strive to get rich I know life is a bitch but cot damn she so pretty Enjoy her while she last, and please explore your past Way before slaves we were royalty that's a fact You are more than just an athlete, more than just rapper Born in a track meet you are more than just a trapper Heart of a king, I eat food thought while I'm awake, so full and won't starve in my dreams You got two options you can opt for the bullshit Or scholar dropping knowledge from his populist pulpit You are now rocking with the movement If you not feeling me than y numb to the trueness See the cool can be ruthless So I'd rather be a nerd that's genius than cool and new shoes and stupid Mentally we are still locked up in these shackles But we can be free my raps loosen up the nuces...