Circumstances

The circumstances don’t call for your meaningless bops

The people’s souls need feedin a lot

They hungry and when there’s no crops they won’t admire the cream that you got

They’ll come and take it

Leave you leakin so their bleedin can stop, it’s real

NBA look like rappers’ careers

They stop all in mid-season

And all the sudden all that big streamin don’t seem as important as givin people more hope

Rather know there wasn’t one bead of sweat I ain’t leave on the floor

So I forego all the horseshit

Cause when it’s 4th quarter all we got is who we are

And I won’t ever forfeit and they won't’ ever forget

[If you chose the war then be a star and you force shit]

And make excuses for rich people so fast, dog

The way parents make excuses for the parts of the kids they know they passed on

Do we wan be better? If you could would you be an oppressor?