SEVEN RONIN

King of the fu, I'm killing killers without the tool Villain Nîggas crackers who wack the back of my ratchet past Times I laugh, thinking there be a day where we never beg Truth is dead, loopin in stupid spoof that invade the head Murders for funds from quarter waters to guns Observing the young, Nîggas with father figures that run I mirror the sun, even when you cheating I won Seeking leisure, it's hard to achieve when you need a breather Wild thinker, I strike wit the force of a thousand Incas I was lost, in confusion the words of dying preacher Streets sweepers, battles unraveled from lacking teachers Packing pieces, demons eager to blast yo ass back to Jesus Capitalist habits they ravished the famished Africans Last bag of rice, ghetto laboratories full of mice Cheese stealer niggas use a pistol for ya sacrifice Heart is like bag of ice, snatch ya dice War outside, no Independence to that door outside They locked my mind, poison wit the noise outside Subconsciously, niggas scared of them boys outside Now we carry toys, never felt the joy inside It runs deep, cane and Abel I'm letting the sheep sleep Been awake for years, watching the ignorance of my closet peers The skys Fallen yo the end is near Call on ya religion just to realize it's false when you disappear I'm well aware my every thought is the sharpest spear Careful wit my mental plane it can cause an Awkward year The television programming what ya melon visit Every felon had a reason, victim of a wicked system The powers clash over currency, world supremacy Earth burned down, was planned out deliberately I may not live, what the f*ck