My Beckoning Tears

Here we are, looking in

Sipping our drinks just like a fool

Here we are, looking in

Sipping our drinks just like a fool

I was on pace to give the industry a taste

But my ministry was laced with a chemistry base

Not soluble by the acidic waste

Left chaste, cut and paste, personality traits

Of so-called has-beens and great, which left preteens and prisoners

To discover the fate of the affair of hip-hop state

And then to debate if it's better never to show up or to just show up late

Still I'll appear to deflate the overweight egos of nemos

Who ain't captains but lost fish on an adventure to gossip

Talk shit, flop quick and get flushed down the faucet

And awww shit, nigga looks like Vigs on a rant now

To skinny jeans, sagging pants, clowns, I lay plans down

Create mounds of dead MCs above ground surround sound

Shot from all around inside, yours or in mine town

It's going down, cause y'all refuse to let this nigga rise

Like caterpillars turn to butterflies, you know we will survive

Every lie they spit, fratricide

I spray these pesticides on all these parasites

Beckoning with the tears I've cried

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