ITIBTY (pride)

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ZaydKH

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Am I a negro cuz my shoulders sway
And jeans don't align to the waist?
Or the grueling sigh on my face's
Deceived you as sign of enrage
And creeped you out, drived other way?
That'd be true, bout tired of the race!
To make a ton
To praise the ones
Who'd make us run
For grapes and plums
And paid us none, snapped when we late
Is brainless, got half your toupee
Enslaved, it rots at the new plain
The fame had cropped, Sacagawea
How I'd came across, had to choose grace
You ain't had thought, that I too, think
Still waitin on calls back by the way
Relating to jobs that I had craved
Will they send a dashed wire saying
"It's taken" or that I'm untrained?
Cuz they give no craps I'm unpaid!
They cakin, in fact, 5 entrees
Is baking, a fat pie done, taste
Their hatred for my class on the plates
I paced forth and back kinda afraid
I've prayed I'll win bags, why's my fate
Of late fucking sad? Tidal waves
Keep breaking my rafts by the bay
Rethinking my path nowadays
Weeks sprinting by fast, hours race
And I keep drinking my tap, while my mates
Tea clinking, I lash out in shame
Cuz I've done many things you'd not expect
It's not flying or mending wings you pilots wreck
Or crimes like threatening to fight with lead
Spent time in sweaty gyms, mood dry wrists wet
From all kinds of heavy lifts, glutes, mind, hips, neck
And finally getting slim, just minus legs
But times competitive by 5 instead
Applying that energy to the drums, bells
Apps lying, my inner G fumes when one's smelt
That's why I simmer these tunes in rum, felt
And grasped by thy sinner peeps who did want help
But denied by entities who'd give 'em hell
You ain't supplying the meds, you keep booing one's fails
(Hypocrite! You fuckin hypocrite!)
But the fact is I feel I've accomplished much
What was trapped in tonsils finally launched from tongue and flung
From out the dome into the melting pot
Un-shroud the bones of views I've held in silence
And Al Capone the goofs that dwelled then jogged
When mouthes were open, food was bad, and costs got higher each day
(Y'all not even ready for this beat.)
Though it haunts me, time to mention
My own flaws, resigned from venting
But I'm damn behind, a benchman
And depress keep tryna bend rim
Don't een ask me my intentions
Hoping God seeds my direction
Growing long trees, hide the deathbed
Don't want mom seeing I'm decrepit
Though my pops keeps finding debits
Though it's costly, I'm invested
In this hobby, writing records
Chemical (gimmick, I'll), sneak rhymes (grime) in message (msg)
Damn though, doubt keeps tryna mess wit
Plan to sprout, recline wit lettuce
No more couch eatin, gotta make moves
Took more calcium, bought some A too
Look more healthy, but got a gray mood
I ain't wealthy, tryna debut
But my L's leech on my brain juice
The result bein I'm ashamed dude
And I tell peeps I'm in pain through
Disheveled speech, ground decayed too
Then their phones beep, got a message
"Later homie, all the best, kid"
Hate I show these kinds I'm desperately
Just scoping life for respite
Peeping moping snipes the respect
Leave a token by the desk then
Fee for posting my assessment
We all know through rhyme expression
It's open book, each answer different
Though it took me 10 revisions
Closer to the end of quizzing
Though it looks weak and I'm missin
Some words old me can't envision
Such as "hold me" "can we kiss"
But I feel nosy scanning women
So my nose be slammed in rhythms
Ion kno I'm locked in rn, fr
heem soon man. If you don't know bout the lingo get in tune man.
ZaydKH bruh. It's The K Age, nigga.
I'm bouta just step away

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