Civil Rights

Lying on the street like a protest

Waiting for the sun to come and torment

Hit me up like Facebook

I prefer to use the kiosk

Maroon 5 and Wiz Khalifa

Eons

 

Rising up like Maya Angelou

Holidays like blue spruce

Blue Christmas

Meetin' misfits

Callin' me a cynic

At least my

juice's acidic

It stings like your momma's lipstick

When she goes in and then nitpicks

Now here comes all the critics

Checkin' into clinics

The infections are transmitted

Coitus

I hear voices chanting all around me

Standing up for the rightness

My car's going in the 90's

It's Canada, son!

Put away the frikin' gun!

Cause, look hun, those things do stun

Like a mu-f-whoops...

I ain't goin' by no books

When someone tells you that they're sufferin'

And they ain't done nothin'

Don't even dare to the caulking

Cause I can cuckold your cocky-ness like Rocky and cockfights

Drink tea not coffee

We need to ban Ray Rice from lobbies

I'm serious despite rap being my hobby

I spit pretty white, but still, don't copy

Barack Obama I love you

Stephen Harper I love you too

See I respect my government

But I still say B.S. to the justice flukes

Someone dies and no indictment!?

Don't y'all realize you're causing violence?

Protests aren't staged

Judges are you biased by your race?

Cause Eric Garner didn't deserve that pain

And NYPD tries to cover-up

Gimme a break, I'm 16, white and know y'all are somewhat

Conflicting of y'alls own interest

But y'all are fckd if you think revenge is a good option

Call up Amex, tell 'em we've got some evaders

Send 'em back to the 80's, let 'em play some space invaders

Or maybe it's just the melting of the glaciers

Could it be the development of the lasers?

You tell me I'm a shitty spitter, thank y'all haters

For giving me the publicity I need

To put forth my dreams

Cause some men just can't breathe

God Bless Tamir Rice

Everyone should say it cause it's right

Don't play me like violin

Cause bein' dope don't make you win

And winning ain't worth nothin'

If you're too cocky about lotteries

My shit drops like heartbeats

Hypocritical like controversies

Urban legends like Ghetto-ology

Yeah we be teaching you the history of the hood (1:42)

Get your slates out, kids, we goin' old school like

There Goes the Neighborhood

Die-ins, Dine-ins, Dives, and gettin' high at inns

Gimme a break kid, go to school and learn some tings

Toronto Slang

It's how we hang

Like Ballsacks in gym closets at 69 minutes

We still goin' supersonic

Like your damn coke's a-fizzin'

Send my wishes to the Misses, like yo name too white

Tell me how, dawg, I can be a dawg, or shall I be a cat?

My name's Garfield, I got a bad rap

Eff that, cause my attitude sucks crap

But at least I rhyme for a purpose

Giving the poor a voice, rather than lettin' em rich pervs

Steal the show and spit for money and curves

Like tell my shawty she ain't curvy, I'm like shut yo damn mouth

Fam

Cause you ain't my son, man

Go write a physics exam and come back to me about how to apply cold water to the burn on your hand.

K