Robin Hood

My favorite mythic style

Martha Stewart

My favorite white child

Check it, every time I wrecked it

God comes in and chimes “not yet kid”

Weekly, I used to be throwing up

Off X-pills, mixed with weed n guts

And back then it wasn’t enough

My skin got cold one day barfed an eroded pill

It warmed back up

Took me a while to listen to my mother

Took me a while to not be partial with the word “brother”

I mean dang..

Am I that undercover?

Or am I just smothered with Jesus my precious lover

I’m a gimp

Who gave thе Holy Lord a holla

And hope he don’t go to Hell ovеr a dolla

Stolen, by some old thief

Who must know of liquidities

That seem infinitely heavenly

Til it's finite lease smacks you back to Beverly

Only followed ten effin laws

Judge sees me in the county court and says “Hell? Naw!”

Bad license and bad cause

I ain’t being cocky because

God was tippin'

And brought me something bad first

I don’t talk about it

Cuz it hurts

One night it gave me all my worth

I shoulda been dead and in the hearse

But, it made me who I am

And if you don’t like it

Prayers go out to your fam

Wait, just give me like three..

I got a few stories up my sleeve

One night down in Florida I hear a knock

Open the door

********* said "come out"

Let’s go to Jacksonville a few nights n chill

He wanted to cop LSD from this dude Bill

I just took a Quarter of some gold shrooms in

Hopped in the Cherokee and started boomin

He stopped and ask should he bring his AR-15

I’m up here wondering what the frick is he thinking

I already knew he had a history of anger

And now this fool wants to act like a banger

No leave that BS here bro

You’re already driving and drinking on a beer yo

We pull up at a college party

They’re talking for weeks

And working out their cards see

Comes back with a sheet of u-g’s

He takes a pause and looks in a fog

We took a few, felt nothing...so we took them all

By the end of the night I learned a lesson…

Good thing he left the weapon

There’s something called Velouria

My little joint

That I coded to make a point

That way one way or another it’s all simulated crap

And someone made your way without giving you dap

That work can basically be any task

As long as something profits mass

Matter don’t really matter, stunning?

You can be sitting in a headset running

Half of the occupations are robbery

Just to make sure you don’t have hobbies

What if you found out that half the math

You believed in was just to keep you sad?

I know rich people who lost stamina

Only gain it back when they in front of cameras

Im not leavin out the middle class ones

Sitting in their phone, getting numb

Thinking of their bucket

Til they say eff it

Just chuck it

And then left it

My favorite myth is Robin Hood

My favorite white child is Martha Stewart

Though I never knew her

My heavens way fatter you see

There’s no "matter" to me

I dont think "consciousness" is better than me

I mean, I dont try

And no, I dont even gotta get high

Never sold

And never had no wit

Flip my stock

Then flip the flip, trick

I’ve been taught

To be sharp in thought

The sharks...

Are bold but get caught

Never flirting cuz it’s flesh to me

A bag of flesh and mortal meat

By the end of the night I learned a big lesson…

Good thing i told him to leave the weapon