entitled
It seems this pen I wield is no longer just a form of stress relief/
It is now the only thing that holds me from the streets/
The same street were if you not holding heat,
Your burned up with the leaf/
Head’s up… I feel sick to the feet; I’m not broke enough to be given education, yet I’m not rich enough to rip if from the teeth/
Of The beast consumed me and all those who stand as they say/
“You can pay 20 a year” cause my mom makes a dollar over 50k/
You expect me and she to pay every single penny that we… okay, she has made/
Though she still has loans that she ain’t paid/
Maybe I should sell groceries… or just the greens/
Cause “N” words like me aren’t made for degrees/
…not made to have dreams that we are close to achieving/
If my pants don’t sag and in not keef chief-in’ /
Or a chief keef fan I can’t make it/
Unless I’m from the suburbs or smoking some herbs I can’t be education/
Forget a major in philosophy/
it so common and I bet most blacks who do it don’t even know the definition of “kinesiology “/
There philosophy is make it and the fake it/
I’d rather not make it if my only trick in the hole is Smoking Aces…