Ghetto Negus Ballad

Heavenly father I ask that you show me the way Lately I've been feeling like I'm burning in flames Confined to a shell that feels nothing but pain Regurgitating nothing but rage I've gone insane But I'll transmute that anger And use it to switch up the game Oooo I'm Riding in a 500 hunnid Benz In a 500 hunnid Benz Oooo S Class Woodgrain And the darkest tints Walk out Got an avalanche on my wrist Looking like a pimp With about a hunnid flooded Cuban links On the king About to rule the monarchy Rape the beat Call it oral sodomy While I write I let my demons free Off the leash Let them ravage all my enemies While I analyze this Ebony Body looking heavenly And I'm trying to sex her heavily Hit her with that remedy Lay the pipe so deep In between them sheets Put her ass to sleep Then I'm on the creep Back into these streets To supply the fiends Got to make these Benjamins That's thug mentality Gotta stack by any means Even if that means Scraping off the residue of the Coca leaf Just so I can flow on beats We gotta stack every dollar bill Everybody gotta pay they bills But tell me how the fuck would it feel If you had a hunnid mill If you had a hunnid mill Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal Just to eat a meal None of these motherfuckers real That's why I keep the Glock concealed Whenever I'm in the field Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals Wake up in the morning and I roll my weed up Always got a scheme to stack benjamins up I got a dollar and a pipe dream Blowing out chronic smoke Like a fucking fiend Heavy sessions Blowing Ps Of the finest green Herbal remedies Good emcees Have become obscurities Oddities All these rappers Sound like they just trying scream This a Ghetto Negus Odyssey Better bow that knee To the Pharaoh Yahweh spitting sterile And his lyrics yeah they thorough Like a surgeon And I'm about to blow That's an explosion No extortion I'm just trying to deploy These emotions I've been drowning in a ocean Full of toxic potions Trapped within these notions Fighting locust What's the motive Locomotive Writing verses in a Lotus Best believe That they coldest Cuz I wrote it While my heart was fucking frozen Speaking sacred like I'm chosen Split the weed up like I'm Moses We gotta stack every dollar bill Everybody gotta pay they bills But tell me how the fuck would it feel If you had a hunnid mill If you had a hunnid mill Where I'm from you gotta jug and steal Just to eat a meal None of these motherfuckers real That's why I keep the Glock concealed Whenever I'm in the field Bagging up the trees in them plastic seals That's the struggle of living in the ghetto Struggle every day just to keep your head up That's the struggle of living in the ghetto Struggle every day just to keep your head up Struggle ever day just to keep your head up I'm screaming out for help Doubting the hand that I've been dealt I'm at war with myself And I swear to God I need help I'm battling a wicked nation Forged out of desperation And discrimination A sad imitation of God's creation A land build off of fornication And enslavement We were kings and queens But they reverted us to cave men Preacher asking the Lord Can anybody save them My God Why have you forsaken us America really do eat its babies