Everybody and they motha
has an opinion
last time I checked
it's on my neck
whether I enter the King's Dominion
2 be or not 2 be
who the fuck is D'ee
salt of the earth
or the epitome
of a nigga
don't waste ya likka
just drink
while I think
of new ways
2 blaze
on Tuesdays
when I die soon momma
lay me out on a sofa
play Sankofa
yeah
it's not wrong 2 go back 4 that which you've forgotten
unless you're a dickhead
brain dead
eatin fruit that's rotten
from the devil's tree
who I be
do you really give a fuck
that I be D'ee
Cyber space phonetics
maa'fuckaas thinkin
they spit
is the shit
being hailed in the Senate
negro pleeze
nigga freeze
arrogance of the soul
outta control
is a disease
a true artist spend so much time on his knees
suckin the world's dick
die 4 your craft
if need be
the shit is sick
real shit
real spit
don't bring immediate dividends
means don't justify the end
can't pretend
2 know D'ee
I ain't got no friends
only family blood or spirit
hear it
I'm j.d. salinger
A Catcher in the Rye
disappear
for years
you don't know why
Did D'ee die
no
just don't dig livin a lie
who I be
do you really give a fuck
that I be D'ee
Got a family that gotta find me
Blood brother calls
appalled
nigga we blood
thanks 4 remindin me
growin up
in the Up Chuck
of warring factions
so I don't wait
or deliberate
don't give a fuck about people's reactions
my neck spin
so much sin
I participated in
I'm in traction
broken back
from flak
guerilla attacks
left me in constant pain
only reason I'm here is be'cuz of Mattahorn's bad aim
ain't tryin 2 change the game
just wanna write
what is my right
fuck who's 2 blame
2 much retention
worrying about people's intentions
leave ya insane
who I be
do you really give a fuck
that I be D'ee
Tell my daughter 2 enjoy the moment
life ain't a cell phone
ya can't roam it
gotta stand
and claim your turf
this ain't no drug war
bullshit is a whore
I abhor
this is about self-worth
can't nobody go witcha
when ya go from bein a sperm
2 getting eaten by worms
6 feet in the earth
don't be mislead
dead is dead
unless you've paid enuf of a price
2 have a price on your head
everybody got an opinion
and an ass-SOUL
the world say you spittin black diamonds
ya know it's black coal
only one way 2 roll
take a bit outta life
get butt nekked
erected
and fuck a slice
until reality takes a toll
and it will
feels like ya eatin lead paint from a ghetto winowsill
a poisoned pill
in the end
ain't family and friends
that force your heart 2 still
it's self-loathing and depression
so I made a mold of my black dick
and left a lasting impression
Brotha D'ee
this is me
in a nutshell
can't bust a nut
unless a dick swells
with the blood of my blood
that's it
momma don't forget
2 lay me face down
so all who wasn't round
when my system was down
can kiss my
Indigo
Mandingo
ass
fuck a class
I graduated ghetto Come
some
Lawdy Summa
'till the bitter end
rocked
Pac
Malcolm, Huey P, Shaka Zulu and Kwame Nkrumah
who I be
do you really give a fuck
that I be D'ee
do you really give a fuck
that I be D'ee

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