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I'm tryin to crack the code, goin down the rabbit hole
Because it's soundin dope, it's a trip without a tab to dose
Gotta stay aware, who's around and close
Cause someone's always out there trying to brag and boast
Was the bully ever the school shooter?
Maybe if some geeks could take a whippin more kids would have futures
Not live out their fantasy from murkin on computers
Weak hearts get restarts, bystanders can't highlander
Don't want religion, not into metaphysical
If you're really hard you'd kill with the Sword of Seppuku
Instead of being a bitch and lettin them arrest you
Did something evil and thinkin you're special
You can't earn a heavy medal by bein a devil
A grave's not the only hole you dig with a shovel
I guess I wish I had some kind of organizing principle
To fortify this mind of mine and mobilize the physical
They wanna sell you vision which is codified and literal
I've always been suspicious, that kind of guy is pitiful
When life's unlivable we party and drink
And then we write down all the smart things that we think
It stays on the page and gets torn up or shredded
In a couple of days we'll sure enough forget it
Usually when I rhyme I like to stay up on some dumb shit
But now I gotta be up on my KRS One shit
This dumbshit is unhinged, repugnant, and unfit
The worst part about him is a lotta people love it
Gadzooks, a sick old man like when your dad pukes
I stopped watchin TV, all it has is bad news
And it's a feature not a bug
Somebody need to reach 'em and like teach 'em how to love
Falling down that rabbit hole, where cats will drag your soul
Deal with probs like whack a mole, just watch the facts unfold
Love to sample tracks that's old, to counteract the mold
Those that's rapping wack must fold, cuz flows where tact is low
Seem to be predominant, for this I gotta vent
Used to bump that Parliament, Main Source, and Common Sense
Cuz L.A.'s my provenance, the home of glocks and pimps
Problem is these rabbits seem to hop on all the trends
Charlatans, I call 'em that all in my habitat
Gotta end this senselessness, of teens that's packing gats
I believe in self defense, but never had a strap
You believe these mountebanks, pull rabbits outta hats
That's a trick I never used, of course I have my share
Deal with so much tragedy, we're forced now not to care
In this race that we call life, to find support is rare
But who wins in the end? The tortoise, not the hare…