I got a taste for fatality
And my mortality makes people want to battle me
Cause of my salary
The money makes you mad at me
Materialism got your heart so you ponder G
Wonder how it is I took it and I'm making g's
Cause for a minute man a cell wouldn't let me free
They won't let me be
Politicians put out laws for me
Then they put up a reward for any hater capture me
Its a catastrophe
You can ask Louima
Ask Louisianna how they feeling about FEMA
And did the government ever really help Katrina
Since they pass law does it really make them any cleaner
Am I just a dreamer
Seeing gold when ,in reality its silver
Am I just a ni****
Getting old with my head only getting bigger
Cocking back ,when I see one like me pull the trigger
Put him underneath the ground that I walk on timber
Maybe if I hang him then his soul even surrender...
Sincerely,
Black Jesus
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