Every coin down the well
An maimed Angel with one wing
A cum dumpster with a plastic purpose
Giving birth to babies for nothing
Looking for street corners in a brick circle
An unfulfilling God manufactures the city's squad
A million hot, single moms with fucking shitty jobs
Pay to get paid, pain is gain, passed our vanity
People praise Allah and paves a way of profanity
Producing products to chase prosperity in projects
Among posses and prostitutes with no proffessional conduct
Missing wisdom is reflected when the people isn't wishful
Where every coin down the well,
Is a one way-ticket to the prison system
Personally, I predict with precaution, I'm not ghetto
I grew up with a struggling mom, but my "blocks" were legos
But we all hit Vallhall, Nirvana or the pits of pyramids
I just skribble rhymes to connect present culture with heritage
Me? What? naw, I'm the kid closing curtains
Perfect? No, I'm a brew slamming guy with a purpose
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