Never again will I be tempted by the fact that I am so short tempered

Remembered that I was exempted the moment I attempted

To present the skill that you say I always faked and pretended

To have as my soul is empty, I'm preemptively entering my demented state

Into my soul and mind, your anger only fuels me

I choose these people to prevent this occurrence from happening again

I don't like to sin, but sometimes I just have to lose my method and ventilate

Penetrate my comfort zone to own every last bit of skill I'd ever take

I'll take my power to the top, like MLK in a peaceful way

Fake rappers always say that they'll stay with the game but they always just faked it

I can't take it when these artists take advantage of my prodominance

My confidence to take everything so dark and so ominous

Intentionally making our spirits collide and force us to coincide, making me lose my consciousness

Essentially, my entity of power gradually starts to fade away steadily

Weakened by pessimists, expecting me to read their minds with telepathy

I'm incredibly hoping I won't secondly get a penalty when I'm especially showing my empathy

Don't say it can't happen, we can all be phased in a storm of contradiction

It's a depiction of the eviction I went through to survive infliction

Friction convicting me to lead to drug addiction

Adhesive friction of our minds are constrictin' me from contradiction

Our minds battling out is the only thing keeping me from constant dereliction

Just envision the jurisdiction of me against a jury of hypocritically bias people afflicted

And personally harmed forced into benediction, I can't believe it, my life is all fiction

In court, I'll be led to crucifixion, punished for attacking the victim

Addicted to the inconsistent rush of adrenalin will lead you to opposition

I'll be imprisoned for how I handled our clique's competition

I've given the definition of thug, now I'm clearly contradicting

The human being that I always wanted to be, a man who acts efficient

But this is the extinction of all gangs, my life is short now

We notice our lives a short and think it's time to snort now

Inhale the relief may be the only possible way out

We all forget that to avoid a gun fight, we just have to stay out

Make a better choice, handle battles with peace and harmony

And stop startling this army of people who act perversity

Harming us remarkably, determined to keep searching

Where to find where our weak spot is, making us be discouraged

But now I'm determined and mindset to finally fight back

Not to fight black, King once said words can be the most constructive attack

This version of purpose is slippery like a serpent in your clique

Your crew who acts opposing to me, only focusing on what you depict

You just try to evict me, get me in trouble, and keep the gun fight up

Predicting how to to chip me up and harm me, all night long

You spit rap songs, filled with all this narcissism

Talking shit, I think that's fucked up, you're so fueled by cynicism

Illiterate nihilist who fights a bitch solely for the purpose of glory

Keeping up a battle all year long, writing the next chapter in his hopeless story

Mystically creeping in the shadows, hoping for a strike in a sneak attack

Egotistically spittin' in my face, redundantly calling me black

Acting like I'm like every other black man who commits crimes in hope to shine

To stand out in the final round, on the news for overdose and get a shrine

Fine, ignore the destroyed soldiers who fought for our lives and our country

Who died in a grungy state, abruptly in Iraq, it's whack how fake rappers are all over the news so bluntly

Niggas who start battles that don't care about what really matters

Just hoping to make it as a rapper, rapping about swagger

Like a dragon who blatantly spits his fire in every battle

Rat-tat-tat-tat, loud clicks/cliques obnoxiously allow their deaths to unravel

They handle shit violently, thinking it's vital to do it silently

Murder murder, a strident trial goes on for the nigga who acts defiantly

The victim cried in anxiety, entirely because of his vibrancy

He wanted privacy, but the nigga decidedly got excited to act righteously

Now he's on trial meanwhile for how he acted hostile

But is it worth while, to shoot G's and smoke weed?

Not by a landslide, but otherwise you're left suicidally out of heed

Out of the knowledge that you're not taking the right path, because you're head will eventually bleed

Mentally you'll notice your greed to impede everything that comes your way

Every day you're actions are harsher than staring at the sun's bright ray

We're half way there, but we're too scared to finish the day

We don't want to withstand the obstacles, it's impossible, hey

We're not going to blatantly take the path of the dead man

You have to be responsible and stop acting diabolical, listen to what I said man

Absorb what I said to transform into a better human being

Intervening with every little thing and not seeing the demeaning scheming

It's demonic when you commit crimes, smoke drugs, and scream out yolo

No, you'll end up going solo lacking a single bit virtuoso

You forget what's true, what's new in the world, how to see through someone's heart

It's hard, but when someone's startled they refuse to take part in a trial at court

It's hard to oppose someone who's been friends with you your whole life

But they messed up along the way, setting all other problems aside

My path was out of sight, I was lithe during my whole life

You're in fright, because you realize that because of what I did, I might die tonight

Quiet, I hear the night, it's crying for me to listen to my conscience

Nonsense, I made a promise to only accept my gut's options

They tell me to battle the gang and never let it have a chance to strike back

I'm acting in subconsciousness lost but letting them do this to me makes me nauseous

Let's be honest, if I'm a convict, I'll be sure to change back to my old path

Process my options again, watch the content before the aftermath

Before my whole life flashes before my very eyes

The people who I thought were my allies die because they always devised

Maybe there's a revelation in all this, maybe I shouldn't follow the hypocrites

They're illiterate, barely standing, all they can do is reminisce

Amid the abyss, they miss the things that they did wrong

They did things amiss and still don't know where they belong

Drugs may be the only way to destroy the sorrow and reach happiness

I see he kills depending on how mads he gets, his actions were hazardous

But I noticed the fact of the matter is, I can't change if I'm caught guilty

I've built these goals inside my soul, now's my only chance to redeem my ability

Swiftly, I can take the better path and accept my humility

Or continue the filthy journey I've lead and handle things with lack of ability

No suavity, just depravity when I handle my issues and fights with anger

The thug life is the wrong life, I saw fright in the eyes of the now revealed gangsters

They were trapped into the hypnosis, they know this is the demonic symbolic troubles

They doubled up with a crew, he Illuminatically learned how to fight with bare knuckles

Now he regrets it, it's subtle, but he's trouble and now he's turned humble

That G is me... and I'm the one searching for peace

If I don't, then I'll end up like the rest of these addicts and end up deceased

I won't make it back in one peace to see how it all unfolds, how it's seized

To see if these G's will increase their vitality

The reality of the matter is, the criticality will always continue to grow

If you deal with shit hypocritically, that's literally all I know

I'm still searching for my road, hoping I'll find my place in my life

Some night, I might not die living a gun fight

I admire the fact that you inquire why gangsters act like such liars

I don't know why, they just require this shit to make them so inspired

When they do the shit they do like shooting people, starting fights, and sniffing crack

This shit is whack when gang members forget the fact that they're stereotypically black

The redundant attack strikes back, practically in vanity

He'll end up in bankruptcy, elaborately leading to fatality in this catastrophe

So casually, let me ask, what's the purpose of life in this galaxy

If people still have the audacity to ignore peace and handle things irrationally?