Malice

Just ran into Attalah you know brown skin cute faceBefore that ain't seen her a few daysmaybe like one or two daystwo months, two halves a year ooo dangRunning through my mind on her UsainI’d be lying if I said she ain’t attract me in a few waysUsed be a light skin only type of guyironically I saw the light, and now I like em same way as my kool-aidReally love what black people are becomingSome lawyers, some engineers... some thugginSome strippin, some selling drugs... some drugginSum  tryna make the NBA while some drummond (drumming) a different wayGeorgia Tech got me questionin my own mental stateIf I lose Zell Miller I’ll be in disarrayI got into the school without a doubt in my mindbut more doubt concerning my life injures me everyday  I was better off beforeBut I like my heart this coldSatan knocking on the doorHow was I supposed to knowMalice all within my mindI plan on doin wrongI swear I wanna burn it allI swear I gonna burn it

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