Matter Fact

It aint fun knowing that you dying
I here the government talking stop the bloodclot lying
So me say well homie as a matter fact
When it comes to that they introduced the hood to crack
Everybody knows you getting dough no looking back
Is you a snitch money tell me what you looking at
You better look on that,like how your boy Bush took a whole country black
Am I a better man whenever I put on some slacks
They trying to say I lack,all G can do is rap
Aint got to say much they'll be looking for the facts
Cops hate me out of town assuming I bring in the packs
I hate the corner pain is produced spread by rats
My word the plague bubonic to cope I ash the chronic
Some blame it on the tonic say aliens supersonic
I don't worry if they come gone want superchronic:

My Last Days

Somebody help me , tell where to go from here

Cause even thugs cry, I shed a couple tears

Sometimes I can't believe my little homie Tips ain't here

The good die young, so tell me why I live another year

Ain't no more love in this world that we living in

These the last days, even the men is acting feminine

I been locked up avoiding not to go to jail again

This a conspiracy managed by a couple friends
Mason:

There is a bigger picture, don't let these tricks deceive ya

My mind overflow with knowledge they claim don't exist here

Don't fight their position, just use your intuition

The plans to understand, be master's of their system

;and where to go from here after I die man I don't know

Created in gods image I am Don Magnifico

Giving the green light things only move when I so

I motivate the world planting seeds in camel toes...


Sincerely,
Black Jesus