Art of Protest

Became a grown man too young
These two eyes seen too much blood
Told a few lies mostly to the fuzz
Lived a couple lives this is my third one
Don't wanna live it like I'm on the run
Or romanticize struggle like it's fun trying to survive
Ain't no pretty poem on a bed of roses
Mostly soaking in my sweat, broken

Searching for some secrets to shed some light on
Exactly why my brain is constantly concocting
New reasons to cabbage patch off of the path
After all the years we subtract the bad math and that

Thank Ma for my education
I don't thank god or the devil ever made it as a man
Dammit, DIY bandit, codefendant, till the day I can't stand it

Enter cameo, you didn't expect
The code effigy causing the train wreck
Giving people what I know they don't want
I'm your patsy neophyte dilettante

Should have never seen the things I did
Bodies shot in the street by the age of ten
Police had my ass beat, pepper sprayed me
Hell on earth, 95 mobb deep

Peace, quiet sleep, home street Riot fiends roam
Hit a bip, rob, scheme, Catch a lick and get gone
Spit it straight to the front of your face
Eyes up, I'm not the one today

We were young once, childhood quickly left us
Had to figure out tactics, how to live, how to make a bag
We were only kids