They bated me for the crime.

They asked me to take the bind.

Mama sitting in court dying from the lies.

Sister can't seem to get behind the demise.

It all started with the thighs.

That black woman's pride.

It caused her to be unwise and make the reply.

Yet, he could not cope with the highs of his smoke.

The police officer denies the allegations he awoke.

The jury begun to spoke.

Even after the break, I seem to ache,

It's the smell of uneaten fries and shakes.

Force to say my irking goodbyes to the compromise,

That was revised for me to buy into the petty crimes.

My brother served his time,

Yet it implies that he can never apply for the prize.

In all my tries I still have why's,

Now tell me is it the eyes that devise such a tie that cannot be broken by size?

Surprise to the rise of the guys that comprise,

To baptize the oversize supply of men who knew no shame.

They took the blame and re-frame to place in-game,

Because the reproductions have become defamed.

Using the N' as my name,

Can't reclaim my color, my identity and the rhymes that cover the lover’s pain.

That I discovered that the gunners and the runners were already tamed.

It's the black boy's rhyme that signifies my prime.

Yet it could be the reasons for my unwavering crime.

If I had a dime for every time a black boy rhymed,
It would be more than that of a church's chime.

Or even the amount of chicken that has been fried.

Despite the fact of his last fight.

That black boy will continue to rhyme.

Because he is divine,

Born to defy the ways that created his crime.