[Intro]

That’s better

[?] fucking will the knobs and shit

[Verse 1: Curly Castro]

From bazooka to bullet to Shia La Tooth

Big [?] smoke you out on the hunt for that loot

Searching for Jerry Garcia if you ever need proof

[?] not fuck with no loosey Charlie Brown stayed aloof

Buckshot, BDI, Budda Black in the mood

Mugsy court buckshot and be more out the womb

KRS and Snoop and nailgun and a bucket of lye

Baltimore more D lead you to the black dunes

Monsters boogie overnight

Honey dipping in Gotham

MLK abbreviated cause the white man shot him

Curly dough buy lift the sweats yo

Yo do we have problems?

Bullet rain comes next from a third or forth childhood

Funks flexеd unchecked [?] Shakur

Nas was catching mad threats soon thеy kicked in the door

Shark bite or sub text, was a Cuban link war

[?] LA just to settle the score

Fast forward ASAP and you’ll find one of four

When you’re gone in under sixty without a scratch Eleanor

[Interlude]

Back to the lecture at hand

[Verse 2]

I was shooting for the stars before I knew how to jump

So today we measure starlight by the eyelash

Blanketed bulbs bloom in the darkness for the fist bump

Before I move to the fortress of solitude

I never caught what you were tossing

Cause often I see the growth of sunflowers sprouting towards the sunbeams

For this one hour let’s want the same thing

I’m open to the public

Every subject is a ladder rung to be conquered

The autopilot no longer holds the clout to sponsor

We won’t fall for standins

Bumping shoulders like you wanted to talk

But silence holds it’s tongue

Cause either you walk the walk or limp home where I’m from

I’m just a beatnik in search for a guitar to strum

Divine grinding of my gears so my ears can manage

I can hear a snowflake flutter

Sitting, sipping a brandy in front a fireplace

So every step I take reverberates

But ripples for light years in your dreamscapes for Pete’s sake

[Interlude]

We should examine

We should examine the group which we’ve been emulating

[Verse 3]

We don’t cry at videos of rappers dying young

Fear and grief were the first feelings survival numbs

Unlike the instinct telling you the phrase “be safe”

It’s either a sign of love or advising you buy a gun

Or both at once

For some it’s raw affection

The martyrs blessings personify these walking weapons

Offerings to the fallen scattered along the benches

In places where self defense could catch you a harsher sentence

Unless you’re the pastier color this country protects

The paler shade of militia pumping under your vest

There’s no impartial juries when the judge is depressed

Can’t keep an eye on the prize knowing your number is next

When the short terms the farthest you can see

You’re forced to choose between a dollar and a degree

What I wish I could say at the front of the class

While students watch footage of kids catching slugs in their backs

[Outro]

It’s time you start being responsible for your own existence

Instead of doing everything in your power to fail because it is easier

Easier