DROPPING TRUTH #2
plenty dodgers ducking rap like Kenny Rodgers I'm known
a brother not a gambler thinking about the color amber
it's a graphic sight at the traffic light not a pan handler
trying to survive Like Adam Sandler ready to play Jack
and Jill and make a whack spill from a water bucket of fact
life is a hard game somewhat like a card game as long
as bars remain can drink and escape reality with a can of strong
Bud weiser I form compound words while clown nerds hound
Me being black I'm seeing the exact hate that exists in towns
Got no true tools never got my two mules and forty acres cheated
Character in America and on the inernet mess around get deleted
slam dunk thinking maybe I should call Abraham Lincoln I ain't
free yet this be a threat to my freedom getting jack around and can't
progress, trash galore that's cast shore but I step with class to
ignore junk in my path racism trash dumped in my bath water true
dang can't even wash it off a civil right march could cost a few
pennies nowadays got a whole circus of lying purpose to mystifying
my rhyme skills // lot of rude stats in here that's the mood in part
of the atmosphere cats complain, make it rain, now I'm in Walmart
shopping for spark plugs as a dark thug checking out some chicks lips
and their thick hips I'll take quick trips down town when the quilt flips
she built to strip off clothes get wet and butt naked and this alone grips
my imagination twice two a nice screw,
