Chill
I'm a chill girl in a world full of hate
Tryna find patience racin to get this diploma
But findin it harder to push through the day like somebody shoulda
Warned her
Thought I was saved movin up frm militant streets to militant beats
Only to get caught up in academic militant feats
I refuse to indulge in my vices
N consume the food the devil slices
And serves on my plate.
I rap first then think late
I laugh about facts now and never cry late
I'm the main debater in the world full of hate
Irate about the fact that mothafuckas can't relate.
How often do u create
And take what's more worthwhile
Rather than what's more futile?
Ineffective in the selection while the reception is more
Or less than
The production of short intellect
5/26/2013
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