Jam On The Box

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Tell my Mother 'I'm sorry I'm a piece of shit.' I've been to hell and back for everything I did
My bullshit life is a testament to everything I ever fucked off due to negligence
My shadow's 7'6" with horns and shit. Follows me around everywhere I go like a jealous bitch
I wanna roam alone on some selfish shit, but I'm a sucker for thick hips and selfless lips
Readin' Sun Tzu on a train goin' far away, if the native's cool we'll unpack and stay
I don't got shit anyway, except a lot of pain. I leave that shit back home where I used to lay
I need a new day... we never danced in the rain we fuckin' danced for the rain, it was a fair exchange
Section 805, white folks hope we die. Open up your eyes ese, see the flames in mine

Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop
How the f*ck he rhyme? He can barely talk
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop
How the f*ck he rhyme? He can barely talk
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not

Tell my brother 'I'm sorry I'm that motherfucker'. You helped raise me I'm sorry that I'm fucking crazy
80's baby, Momma did her best with us. Momma did without so there would be just enough for us
'On the up and up' is what we always said. But it always got worse, on the real that shit hurt
In the dirt where death lurks, Momma was always at work trying to make some shit work
Being broke was no perk
The doctor always said that the voices in my head would go away some day
I think he meant when I'm dead, I think he meant when I'm gone
If I wasn't so young he would have said ask God, we don't know what's going on
What's going on is the voice of Genghis Khan lives on through me
Hauntin' me in my dreams telling me to conquer things
Honestly on to be spreading philosophies written with God's pen, hidden subconsciously

Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop
How the f*ck he rhyme? He can barely talk
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop
How the f*ck he rhyme? He can barely talk
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not

Tell my sister I cherish all the time I spent with her
You heard my first rhyme, do you remember
I was just a kid then, with the paper and the pen and you're the only one who'd really listen in
I laugh when I think back on the wack raps I was spittin' then, but then again it was all pretend
Never spit no real shit until I was old enough to understand shit was fucked up when we were growin' up
Not a person in our building ever sobered up. Sean and Jesse just kids, pigs rolled 'em up
A lot of good it did... I look at them as men. I blame those motherfuckin' cops for their lives of sin
A lot of vicodin never took the pain away. Little Ponce still locked away today
That's Boi's little brother, that's my little brother. Don't cry motherfucker, that's for suckers

Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop
How the f*ck he rhyme? He can barely talk
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not
He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop
How the f*ck he rhyme? He can barely talk
Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer