Misunderstood
Why does people get misunderstood whn I walk, whn I talk about people who stalks, well nigga I'll spark my dreams in the dark, n watch it shine brighter thn a 90 degree weather, Ima fly to the light with my invisible feathers, good people, bad people, lets get together, the cops dnt like the color of my skin, it should be better, maybe it should be whiter, nevermind im proud what I have, my flows r tighter, i smoke fire, read this like a dictionary, n ull learn everything about me no pictionary, give me death n i smoke tht cemetary, got the heart of a solider, n a mind of a lengendary, salute me cuz im the 5 star general, neva scary, i want everything in dis world til dis lil goon is bury, mastermind, i dnt say nothin, i write mines, i mean like every other line gotta rhyme cuz if it dnt thn its time to smoke a fatty whos ready, im ready for anything got my gun steady, code word is FORD whn we hear our caddy, gotta protect myself cuz people misunderstand too much, thtsz y I dnt hang out wit my dudes cuz they bang too much, these white people got us niggas hangin too much, y we like this, cuz us nigga we slaved too much, we have the right to be free, but they be hating too much, n we look at the police like they satin to us, misunderstood about the outside of me, blamin too much, n i graduated 4rm high school, sayin whats up. Cnt change my attitude for the people whos cruel, cuz if I b nice again, they would be rude, Im 19 years old wit the mind of a young, cnt ungrip my hands off this shiny lil gun, lost my 1st homie whn i was just 8 he was 10, now hes dead but in a better place, save me a spot, friend, dnt even know whn or how its gonna end, so im in my own lil zone wit ths pad n pen, prayin to the LORD for a better lifestyle til its my go, i have so many wishes tht i wish it will blow, n my wishes be wishing tht i dnt need to wish nomore, ima strong lil man every since i was 4, 9-5 dnt match up how i be kickin down do's, happy to see the benjamins, but this aint the life i wish fo', misunderstand me for the life i choose, n dnt misunderstood me if i lose, drinkin hard liqour, chase it down wit broose, 4realsz homie, u cnt even walk a block in my shoes, u cnt even walk the streets in my hood, pow pow!! thats for being misunderstood.
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