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I'm against everything that they suggest
Speak outta the side of necks
The only packages they flip
Are on the conveyor belt at FedEx
And that's good
Why they talk so much about drugs anyway
Iron-Contra, Reagan and the CIA
Contributed heavily to our neighborhoods' decay
And what they say
Sound tough
Talk of automatic pistols
And sawed-off shotguns
Pumps
But
What they don't tell
Is
The absence of mail
Checking their mailbox
Salty as hell
Kids
Hungry
They spent the money
Lied
They never sent the money
Cried
Got the nerve to spit these sunny
Bubbly
Dance tracks
Or maybe it's the fake thugs
With this studio gangsta rap
Never been in the trap
And if they have
It's a gag how the 12 watch
They brag
Claim to have bags
But they cannot do math
Hustling backwards
Like filling your pockets with cactuses
Or catfish
Blurred Vision
I can't see it through your eyes
But I can see
Right through those lies
Blurred Vision
I can't see it through your eyes
But I can see
Right through those lies
What am I missing
What am I missing
Blurred Vision
I though that maybe
I should write more
After so many years
I wonder what a I write for
Sometimes
This life is like war
Not easy
To multiply
Every dollar that I fight for
Even if I lose
I gotta fight more
Nobody's letting up
My lady
Telling me to level up