Bygones

I'll let bygones be bygones

only if you by gone by the time you get this

cause reading these lines is only for the intelligent

who have the common senses of the common man

Not of the stuck up and bougie like the bourgeoisie

I see (I see)

The dreams of the promised land

waiting for the one and only promised man

Like the descendants of Abe was promised land

The Europeans promised the 40 and mule

But all they gave us was a whippin' and a bag of tools

Hoping we'd dig em like Dre dug Snoop

While they was snooping with our women

We was digging trenches like WW1

Even though it was no man's land

It was still promised

Like that promise ring you gave your girl

Even though you promised the other girl

You wonder how I know

While you was preserving a fantasy

I was observing reality

While you was wasting a way

I was trying to make a way

Trying to be the better man

In a world of better men

You was trying to be a pimp

in a world of Melvins and Simps

But that's ok I'm not getting deep into that

Cause talking about it is putting me six feet under

I'll just let bygones be bygones and gone on about my business