I know I'm three years

too late
...but, it's never too late to re-discover
BLACKEXCELLENCE
The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshyt
Will we ever do it big, or keep just settling for little shyt
We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers
We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres
If none of us on acres, and none of us grow wheat
Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat
So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding
Cause all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing
And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions
We should be indicted for bullshyt we inciting
Hella children deaf and pretending it's exciting
We are advertisements for agony and pain
We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang
We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game
Just like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine
In the 80s when the bricks came on military planes
...BARZ on a hundred, thousand, trillion
And, Regan's just scratching the surface of R.A.P Music
