Hood Politics

Roll up the Indo mound, roll the window down,

Got a stack for the pound and a mac with a round,

Never back down from irrelevant mothafuckas in the background,

Pussy so wet I might drown, thoughts so profound with a verb and a noun,

Whats a goon to a hound, wake and I bake, focused on the cake,

Give and I take, all about the money that I make,

God's who I thank for the buds that stank,

Make's life better puts money in the bank.

AK make the lead spray, take a moment let's pray,

Fucking with the gun play, bringing it back, full attack,

Fuck an Ak I'm bringing the same old mac, Aiming at your back, click clack.

Mind went wrong I think it's time to kill,

Killed so much time no more time to kill,

Wanna collapse but its time to build,

Stack it up, that that shit but I back it up, sack of the crack bag it up,

Put the mac back up why you backing up, spit so much I'm hacking up,

Only 17 so I'm acting up, Broadway mothafuckas acting tough,

Ease my mind with a pass an puff,

When it comes to the green I can never get enough.

Ink on my skin, the Bic is my friend,

Not the lighter but the pen that brings fire, burns brighter

On a level much higher, much anticipated messiah,

Sentence structure Macgyver, born sinner, methodical winner,

Subliminal thought sender, food for thought leftovers thrown out the window,

Of the train of thought that I done caught, lyrical onslaught,

Had to put my pen down it's to hot.

My fingers are eager to emphatically scribble,

Detrimental lyrics that practically cripple anyone's endeavor to say I'm unable,

No mercy like cain did fucking able, fuck a label,

I'm on my own and I'm fucking able,

Forbidden fruit of emcees yet rather tasteful,

Rendered artistically unstable with a rapid rabid imaginary that I carry

weak and weary from all the bodies my pen bury.