(Matrix excerpt/ intro beat )

Verse 1:

First sight, bright lights/
White robe, first cry/
Life sewed, eyes swoll/
Mom's holding me, chopped the umbilical cord enabled me/
Too attached by placenta/
No more need for the feed is, I want sent to deeds/
The diety mission believe/
The mission I was sent for/
But momma gave me the same name the slave master sent to me free, oh/
Without the info, I'm sinful/
Doctor say he looks like he'll be an artist huh/
All his first shots will probably give him autism/
Crib there, but the crib momma brought to her/
It was right before autumn come/
She don't care, we was fallen/
She just bought a new altima/
She ain't give us no ultimatum/
No meat in the sandwich, it was all tomato/
Fuck it, I'll go rob some shit, probably get a battery charge just like an alternator/
Whirlwind, I was stuck in a hard tornado/
They hit us hard with the cable/
Ditching out the dishes/
But momma mad cause I would go wash the dishes/
I would sit in that bitch, and watch malicious videos/ who really knows/ getting programmed at its finest by the finest of pretty hoes/
Had talent but the boy in the hood probably die high as the Riki fake [?]/
Enemy bitches kick it and tell us pick a date/
And we can setup while I try to get the cake/
Bitches who talk show about it Riki lake/
Victim to the programming, but her pretty legs/
N***as really sick/
When I wake up in the morning, am i really dead ?/
Wake, mourning, guess I'm really dead/
Out the blue, look at all the books I done really read/
(Hook)
I wanna break from the lies we gonna stay sleep or alive. She come to play I will survive


Verse 2:
Rules closed/
Momma struggled to get me them school clothes/
Daddy lied, I don't listen to no man/
My momma at home watching more Roseanne/
I was 4 years old on the bus ridng the broscrass[?]/
Seeing n***as get killed for rocking the low vans/
Shots fire from slow vans/
Door open two fours blowing from both hands/ Another life fucked without the romance/
For real bro died with no chance/ dropped off
Guys try to stop us/
They the ones building us up/
They gonna high rise the stock up/
Why try ? When my luck was sky high/
I've done seen many guys die washed up/
Cops got us in a net, they gonna WiFi the block up/
Drive by mo, guys lie in chalk stuck/
I cry/ but don't call 9-11/
I wish I should hide hide my gun/
I told momma I need need MySpace/
Momma said she seen me on MySpace with weed tree/
She be dammed if she feed me to the crime rate/ I'm great/
She done put all them string beans on my plate/
She don't know that the string beans is type fake/ GMO got us mean screaming I'm straight/ tell momma I'll take/
Something wrong