More like a poem, things that came to mind( "America","Black President", "trashy young ladies", getting $, $$$$$,$$$ ses)
THe games love, like the US open
bust the us open when Im stroking
well my life is americana
bundles of cash, hand it/ to get louis.. prada..
shit its nada /smoking ganja...
then to think back/
this lifes a bitch with a broad back/
nice breast and quick to flash/
hella pictures flash /
see it like a thousand words/
also see birds, from a hood near you
to the suburbs/wanna trick 4 ur worth
so no words/ spoken to a trash track
i like hot beats
do the dirt then still carry life discrete
keep the paper neat....
sorta like a A student
truley non judice
yall foolish
People really do crimes, ,,white collar
but those that have dollars dont wear dog collars
make me wanna holla!!
niggas lose jobs shoot they family this day and age/
but thats hardly on tv read your front page/
we media slaves
niggas act like those who lived in caves/
lotta yungings act like they neva behaved/
i rather relate
to those who still read books/
keep they thoughts etched in a notebook
or a blogspot
get off blocks/.. put down glocks
realize....
.enterprise
Obama
No Bamma
West Indies eat bananas
when retired....
reach higher..
aspire to sing praises to the youth like u choir
be the first black something
..... inspire!
the need is dire
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