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The fact my dad sold crack still falls back on me

Even self proclaimed best friends turn their back on me

They seem unashamed and quick to judge me

A pungent taste to be seen as just another rotten leaf on the family tree

I know some actually believe in me, but no one can foresee, there's no guaranty

Of what could or would possibly be; here's your nominee

One of the most emotionally sophisticated who represents the frustrated, underestimated

Intellectually discriminated feeling intimidated

Unanticipated but unexpectedly liberating the dissipated youth

Desperatly looking for the truth with one feet on the edge of the roof

I seem aloof? Bitch, fuck you

My flow is rustproof, extraordinarily undue

Voluntarily merrily like a see through bikini

Can you feel me? Fuck a martini, sagged pants, Hennessy and a beanie

Instead of a gucci hat, I'm not discreetly, I'm just not rich

But I don't need to be to toggle switch positions without unhitching from your bitch