Reparations from Phronésis by Wordspray

I miss the thrill of what it was
before it paid the bills use to do it for love
For the fire that i felt in a cipher with my kuz
Top bunk i was trying to stay above iss in my blood
Talent i got gave me balance in a mad world
Every rhyme challenge like I´ m trying to fuck bad girl
saying i'm a bad boy cuz I don't like school
Just cuz amma kid it don't mean I gotta like fools
Plus I don´t like rules no I don't like u
Just the daily bullshit that a nigga gotta fight thru
Hatred and racism gotta get out n break the matrix
Gotta get up be creative gotta make shit
happen
so i´m done with the yapping
While ya braggin at store my hands tapping to tha rapping
Paying my dues like a ransom
All i wanna do is write rhymes drop anthems
scared cuz a nigga ain´t singing or dancin
But chanting to the patterns of the past n advancing
My people my financing like the hamptons
Demanding reparations royalties i´m landing
In ten with a flamethrower spears n a cannon
influence grows over years just imagine
I´m shitting on ya way of life still expanding
Bigga than the sun the moon n Grand Canyon
a child of oppression the depression work in tandem
The fact that we stressing for better is not random



Before they drop me ain´t got what it takes top me
Niggas spittin out ya name like it shitty coffee
Calling shots cutting deals they call cocky
we some good kids but not to these nazis
need to sit the fuck down go watch some fucking hockey
scratch dat back track go find a fucking hobby
Sorry dat blatant wrong call it a flagrant
Everytime we stand speak or tweet hateful statements
We stinking up the path shitting on the pavement
That makes me no better than that foul smelling fragrance
ya times up blind fucks its right there
Mind fucked can´t stop time n ya won´t fare
Any better than the last one got ya running scared
That's pollution the new tide be prepared
My son got asthma he can tell there's somethings in the air
N he just 8 niggas i can´t wait niggas
Gotta stand up we the people not the state niggas
Creed or colour mothers n brothers we all suffer
Richer than royalty who cares if we breathing sulphur
So i spit street slang jewels of wisdom listen
see i got kids want a world that they can maybe live in
not fear they gon get him hit him like collisions
Throw him in prison his religion is the source of friction



A source of fiction ignorance like heroine
It breeds addiction staying dumb is submission
mental condition of my constituence
Like dead niggas is tradition but nah we not innocent
i´m a refugee didn´t come here as a immigrant
Didn't ask to be here now ya can't so it's irrelevant
Bigga than a bull elephant balls is evidence
Screaming fight the power n impeach the fucking president
Sitting in the white house need a wipe out
Put his lights out a walking talking lobotomy
Need to bring the surgeon back in tell him do it properly
the world is mine why ya sitting on it
I want the pie but ya fat ass keep shittin on it

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