crucible

My hat Ass backwards Flat brim 2000's Walk around the park Air maxes Under armour the fit Straight classics I was still a kid but the agenda still active Make my way back with pockets packin Main prerogative to catch motherfuckers lackin I adeptly play the fool in fact No cappin No I do not care if the devil was part of the every day gambit No I do not care if they catch me and paint me a martyr red handed No I admit I was born good but then I turned into a bandit No Take everything that you own and suddenly vanish Ghosts are ghosts Dust to dust Gold to palm Ponzi pays me due respect and I accept it all Young and precocious fiendin hard for a round of applause Major stunts just to prove innocence was just a flaw My head bursting with dreams and shades Nightmares in the shadows play with the light waves In and out of phase The craze maniacal calculated Left me in a daze Dreaming was the feeling I had when I was wide awake How, much, is, enough, for me, to have, enough, to love How, much, is, enough, for me, to have, enough, to love How much do I gotta take to rid myself of these bitter tastes How much money will it really take to make the world a better place Money doesn't satisfy my pocket hungry like a face Hungry mouth to feed, didn't ask for hunger in the first place God will tell you hunger is a gift, make you eat it at his feet Demons inside me say turn the rich to mince meat Chop and screw like Hannibal as I butcher and bleed on the beat Chop and screw like Bob the Builder as I construct the guillotine Take my own head off if it offers me any relief Take my own top off if it helps me blow out all the steam Take the lid of the canister loose the tear gas and deep breathe Rubber bullets to my side While stray batons knock the knees