Morally...

I'm trying to clean up, man. I give you my word, man

I'm sincerely trying to get out of this shit, man

It ain't for me, man. I'm just around here fucking lapping misery, man

So, so, so listen

I can take care of what I can give my brothers, but

I have something to play with

Then when you bring me the money, where is it

All I got to do is give my brother a buck

Pay my nephew

And I have two-something left to try to stretch that over two weeks

A lack of vision. A lack of intention

A lack of submission. A lack of trying to get it

My uncle still walk around like he trapped in a prison

Two-11 in his hand and he tripping

Another mark on his face from hitting the door in the kitchen

First of the month, and he on this stupid dumb mission

Instead of paying his rent, he'd rather go missing

And my morals is messed up

I help him feed his addiction

If I'm up there and I ain't getting high, that'll last

Give him whatever he need in a pinch, he call me a blessing

Devil don't need to rob him

Give up paper like it's on a checklist

He moving reckless

It's worse cause he knows it

Shaking like a necklace

He's trying to build his blocks, but they disappearing like Tetris

Every time I talk to him, he not getting my message

But it's hard for old dogs to learn new playing metrics

He not getting my dialect like his ears is dyslexic

I cannot tell him about him

Those words I gotta respect it

I'm getting double back on what he selected

Running the streets with these drugs and drinks

It's his elective

Learning so much from the streets he grew up

Riding our test and fighting and stealing to get ahead

It's not like the American perspective

You better motherfucking ace your no-hold, man

I don't know where the fuck the man ought to have been out there

He probably been out there trying to take something, Keith

You see what I'm saying