Toby

Verse 1 Sick with the ink like a murder confession Watch eyes start to dilate when i start flexing Take a Big L to the face, no pun intended My soul's ascended, my demons suspended No comprehende, speak the language of kunta kente So truth be told B, wouldn't give a shit if it was holy Life ain't fair, in the end we all get kriss krossed Pissed off, dissed off, flipped off like a discuss That's the jazz melody to the streets, on repeat For the feens on the path to meet ends meet My team smiling like ceelo, leader of the negroes All about that action like Steven Seagal Above the law in tuxedos, that's an incognito A bunch of guerrillas on path to be like the beatles I rest my case your honor In a room full of sinners, killers, where Emmett Till ponders Check your souls before the crease, ain't no peace Just angry branches that fell from the tree Just a sad site, I'm glaring at parasites Revolution ain't televised and you can feel the pain in these paragraphs Insomniac nightmares, tryna change like cashiers So a penny for your thoughts requires a dime for my lungs