When society does a 180 twist down on my head
And I can't rest anymore, digest anymore except if it's a complete meal
I'm drained of heating water, to cook noodles that cost a quarter
How about shrimp and veal, I would love to shell out all my bills
I trust the GOD, but deficiency I feel
My spirit is too bitter to season your soul
My vision is too chilly to notice your goals when I can hardly see mine
Some say I am blind to amongst reality when
Actually I am just blind by all those candy-paint colors on your benz
Which makes me think I’m less of a supplier because I cannot overindulge when I spend
It’s not universal when I trend, searching for hand me downs
Third world tags for those pants we found
At the supermarket, searching for a stupid bargain on this shirt
Maybe you have some work,
But not in regards to a nine to five,
More like a cooking thrive, making powder pies
I can entreat anything you fry,
Or if you have an urge I can wholesale everything you buy
Now no destruction done my brother, possibly if I vend to you
And then you vend to them perhaps,
We shall never vend to each other,
Speak how you feel if you must, but two things to keep in mind
By no means never snitch on me and never utilize your own product
Because that will most definitely drive you into the abyss
yearning for stuff you miss, thinking your about that action, stuck in the 90’s
Talking about your Jackson, there’s not anything likable about sleeping in your shit
And walking in piss
Stay true to your hustle, we can become rich if we wholesale double
Until those laws arrive and we become equal,
To those formulaic gold teeth gangbanging people, on the opposite side of town,
Smoking weed, promethazine, both windows down,
And that’s when I think it was never bad to me, until I tell myself,

This is a black man’s conscious stuck in a ill prominent reality