Something I Should've Kept To Myself

U may see me
Spectator’s equal police
I’m educated
And these individuals trying to play me
So behind this 12 gauge is the only place to be
I ask you not to judge thee
My grudge won’t weigh your plea

The semester begins, the semester’s gone end
And somewhere in between
There’s job number one, two, and tres
Might I find rest in my passenger seat?
No breakfast, no warm rag to pursue the matter upon my face
Should my flesh ever become acquainted with sleep
Then with the sun I rise
When night falls
Exhaustion integrates from my eyes
Foster parental raping this “Go phone”
You make it from your knees, and suddenly
Theses leeches request non interest loans
As I recall, I know no home
But if these officers don’t chill
Pretty soon death row will be my home
Picture me servicing hog head cheese to these politicians
And it goes further than bush wishing upon a failed mission
He’s just a puppet that sings from a congressional string
There’s a whole senate
A whole house that does not represent you
Yet we flood theses toll booths
As if they present the truth
Should we disagree with authorities for any reason
Then we are subtitled under treason
But if you go back to thy articles of confederation
It is not we whom commit treason
It was G.W. I mean the founding father
That committed to a policy of Isolation without hesitation
And justice and liberty for all
Go get me a sandwich nigger!!!
Or I’ll put you on the other side of this musket trigger
A long with Chappelle sometimes I crack myself up
Pressure me and my right will back my left up
And before my assassination
I shall reach out and grasp a nation
And if it were a sexual election,
Then John Kerry and Penile Cheney would marry
Constant ejaculation causes senile plainly scary
I hear Klu Klux Klan is recruiting again
Not that they ever stopped
It’s just their span is suiting a spin
But who am I to judge
Even my people are stereotyped lethal
I must say MLK would not be pleased
But then again he isn’t here so the situation is eased
And as far as hip hop goes let it die
Who cares, why do I wanna see these hustlaz get by
Wow all we need is another Curtis Jackson
And one third was god’s purposed fraction
But what I do not understand Is that when 9/11 happen
White America was all like let’s go get them sons of witches
Now that you realize war is war
And our el presidento is only a redneck from the Texas star
We no longer want to flex and boast about who we are
And that’s not even the cream on the cake
Here let me give you the seem to bake
The theme to take
Every 25 to 30 years nearly
There must be a great war to keep society in check
Or to just repeat history in a variety of respect
How do you get an assumed laid back
and comfortable nation to want to take up arms
Well lets see, you give a rag head an m16
A block of clay, a stick of dynamite and silence the alarms
Send the government to church
And pray that this great nation awakens to violent charms
To those we lost for no reason being
Other than our government committing treason
Rest in peace, I’ll see you soon


U may see me
Spectator’s equal police
I’m educated
And these individuals trying to play me
So behind this 12 gauge is the only place to be
I ask you not to judge thee
My grudge won’t weigh your plea