yo dawg..you hear about dee
heard somebody shot his azz in philly
he dead man..
yeah..it was a case of justifiable homicide
looked in the mirror
and realized
the reflection lied
grabbed a bananna
said a hosanna
jumped on 95
110
on the bend
vision cloudy on both sides
never wanted anybody to get close 2 me
since age of 14
on my christmas list
was a death wish
4 brother dee
from that day i gave up livin
and lived 2 die
if i cant represent the black estectic
fuckin forget it
nigga shoot me in the eye
livin in the jungle
even the kool aid is cyanide laced
ive seen 2 many battles
to wanna battle a maafucka in cyberspace
call out 2 satan
right now is a hell of a time 2 attack
caught in my own trap
battling myself
in this battle wrap
momma always said i take
shyt so seriously
what she dont understand
is a black man
gotta fight for anonymity
show a little promise
people talk you up like you the epitome
all i ever wanted to be
is maafuckin dee
aint nothing pure
anymore
even the ones who love you
want too much
i will give you a sliver
peek inside my mind
then cancel me
burn my body
throw my ashes in the delaware river
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
into the storm i was thrust
on the side of a bus
saw printed a dollar bill
with the words in god we trust
call out to satan
now is the prime 2 attack
while im in this trap
battling myself
in this battle wrap
my fondest memory
in philly
growing up was the rainy days
thats when i chilled from the everyday
drama around the way
could be the cat who dug reading shakespeare
sun came out
it was time 2 shout
niggaz stand clear
intelligence
aint worth 50 cents
in the ghetto
if cats is plotting 2 hurt you
you cant be singing about rainbows
deathblows
comin at ya from every angle
love 2 love ya
only god above ya
can idenitfy your body mangled
tried to talk liberation
but the participation was minimal
only my femme
akeem and dem
and 2 reformed criminals
from the day i was born
satan was on the attack
i tried 2 stand back
fell into a trap
so now i battle myself
in this battle wrap
this quill has been a gift
and a damn curse
a lotta people saved when i write
killing myself slowly dont know what is worse
but yall know i bleed everytime i write
real rap
true facts
being gangsta or polite
never wanted 2 be a facebook legend
sat back and watched too much bullshyt
learned some valuable lessons
so in the end it dont matter
how you come at me
before the slaughter
i know i left 4 my daughter
a proud legacy
find a man with my character traits
but not like me
im tired of pannin
and scannin
my periphery
so satan fuck you nigga
plan your attack
while im battling myself
trapped
in this battle wrap
its all over
its all over fade this shyt 2 black

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