sensitive, never that I just sit back at the crib
and politic with the Crips, crumbling a zip.
soft; not, one of my boys got shot, in the face,
in the place; Rasheed now lives in a
distant place, faded with ancient races.
faceless and tasteless as sun rays.
I act crazy ;I'm insane with it, but I keep it blazing with it
and I am hazy and swazy with it
I spit it like a cobra and keep my cash folded up, watching
the essays trip out on angle dust.
life is a trip on my side; the cage was the stage,
for the og's rage. tricks turned out on base.
super loc'ed out G, Pee Wee, Bigbird brought me the
game first.
Kept my hands clean, but all the things I've seen left
you boy with bad dreams of the red and blue team.
but now my mind is serine and thinks of beautiful things
like collecting my cream.
cash rules everything around me,
the money it drowns me: But the best thing the master;
he crowns me, I Am A King straight up.
Black Hemmingway 2014
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