Rain

Change the world, change the world, change the world Whats up with all these Blonde sistas? I pay my regards to only God's whispers Because of that I'm calm Playing cards with Boa Constrictors I come from a star in the wrong system The victors are all victims Afflictions grow strong tryna solve symptoms The head of the class walk the path of the last pharaohs And carry the flag for the past, but the path narrows The titans that clashed in the slums while they cast arrows Were turned into giants by the sun as it cast shadows I gathered my scars in the same battles I swam in the same channels With rather be slain then enslaved mammals For some all the world is a stage with a stage manager Others the world is a cage, hear the cage rattle Complaining is played as a babe's rattle I step to the plate like I'm Babe or Mantle, the babe that became adult Want every platoon on the hunt, without a plaid flannel Whatever buffoon wanna front getting manhandled The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops The waves gonna welcome the rain A girl with a fat booty that hardly can act in a whack movie That hardly could rap trying to rap to me That hardly could scratch tryna' mix records That hardly had tracks, maybe six records They ain't eighty six cause she look sick nekkid She pouting her lips every six seconds Promoters appraise like they playing checkers for who gonna take seconds As sorcerers wait till they waive censors We waiting to wave scepters And showing our fangs, who's afraid or spectres? The colors I wave wouldn't save in spectrums We ain't even pay attention We shoulder the weight, it ain't worth paying mention Don't run with a dame cause a dame's fetching We run with a dame cause her profession is playing her position I'm not talking about hoes or staying home in the kitchen I'm talking about queens, homey those different, they roll for the whole mission My mrs ain't submissive A leader, I don't need her to do my dishes I need her to do my stitches The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops The waves gonna welcome the rain Don't ask me why my garb regal Defiers of odds seen as odd people They swarm on the swans, ducklings The seagulls on bald eagles Nobody'd have thought I would thwart evil I weathered the storm Fetal, my collar deformed I was born feeble I made a decision while I's sitting in the incubator To never cave in or hesitate to show em what I'm made of Any plan that was B or C or greater, I'll see ya later And lately graduated from alpha male to alpha omega Neighbors I'll tell you how to spot a traitor They answer to ultimatums They famous for finding something to be afraid of They buckle, a corrupting for a buck instead of honest labor Any buck that needs claiming they pass it like a hot potato That type of success is all accountable to sexual favours They've tasted from strawberry to cherry, all the condom flavours From Lifestyles of Trojan, play Lifestyles of the Poor and Dangerous For em, lord it's like playing a foreign language WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!