Rule me this, Rule me That

Rule me this, rule me that

Now let me state some fact

You don't know me, my struggles

Im sorry I cause you trouble

You rule my life with words

It, ya know, can kinda discourage

I see dad 8.24% outta the year

And so can you blame me when I say its like he's never here

And when he is here, its like he's not

just preparing to give the next shot

 

I see you 24/7, and you hate it when Im revin

Hate it when I'm rappin, its like everyday you're huntin/trappin

You hunting me, but not specifically me

You huntin my interests that don't align with yours

If I ever go on tour, you'd object

even if it was for the Christ Lord resurrect

Bc you'd have no control, which is the opposite of your goal

Control me, check

Punish me, check

Hypocrites around me, check

Man y'all must really be a wreck

Did all that authority go to your head

Tell me Im wrong, you like to pull every single thread

I feel like you throw salt at all my burdens

My imperfections rise up to the surface

And I don't know how Im gonna purchase

 

Purchase, purchase what

An authoritative blade to make an incision, to make a cut

In that hypocritical logic

You don't like the rapper, the songs, the phonics

You don't know that implementation of the word

I promise, you, Im not tryna be a turd?

Even though you don't like this beat, especially this verse

I'm simply tryna converse

But once again, the rules rules rules

Over them y'all drool

Look at you up on your high horse

All that authority seems to be making you horse

 

"Im tryna work with you", you say

Now get on your hands and knees and go pray

Why?

Cause you just lied and that won't ever fly

Oh please, like you ever tried

Go ahead, treat me like Im five

Just know that Im

Negotiation eh

That was kinda one-sided, wouldn't you say

A "negotiation" is 50 to 50

With, the most I ever get is 80 to 20, or maybe its more like a penny onna

dollar

You always on my collar

All day, every day, y'all won't let me call her

 

But when your sis and sometimes you, judge a black

It reveals your true color

You see a do-rag, youd pull him over

Not because you're racist, but bc you don't know what it is

And then that do-rag all the sudden makes him suspicious

 

Lastly and moreover, those are my thoughts

They feel like everyday is basically a garrote

My life is rules, some logical, many others not

Self-evident are these truths at least to me

So your honor, I hope you believe my plea.