6 Million Ways

I heard there's 6 million ways to kill yourself, pardon me as I try out 50,
I heard there's a 100 real niggas left in this world not even 5% is with me,
Born to my mother in April 3, who I still dislike from time to time,
She was the ink that spilled all over me when I started to shine,
This world is crazy I hate ever second down here, and everywhere I look temptations always there,
Makeup or surgery don't matter what you wear,
I see the true person staring at me behind tears,
You can be fly and fresh but no matter what you wear, The true person comes out relating to this knowledge I share,
The lampshade of crime hides the bright bulb of the young minds,
I'm walking the road of redemption but yet it never unwinds,
I ain't got no motivation, my best friend is procrastination,
Never had a destination, everyday is like a vacation,
Kid with the short patience, don't confuse it with a patient,
There's no lines but I'm tryna trace it,
I'm fire, dogg, like a dalmatian,
Pick up the shell and the casing,
Heavy metal like a mason,
They say we lazy and no good but yet my people built this nation,
Man listen I am the truth behind the lies,
The painful look inside ya eyes,
That makes you realize why,
So many brilliant minds to be all over this universe,
But yet rappers lyrics they rather rehearse,
Rather waste time and energy making illegal money, with dope in the back trunk front full of lite skinned honeys,
The realistic perpetration of the young minded dedication,
To the independence of the nations who once held the declaration,
You see I try to land before time, watch as my voice constants more then the conscience in your mind,
I go through just as many hardships as the usual person, no rehearsing the poems that come directly from the dome,
Because I'm also known, drink up my lyrics like patron, surveys show no other real niggas so I'm alone,
Why do I write the obvious do I think that I'm nice?
And if you already know the answer then why ask me twice?
I'm a solution to problems that cross the everyday mind, If you see me STOP like sign,
realize the essence of the trail that I leave behind,
Show on or show off what the guns is for,
And for me and house, we will serve the lord,
A full blown seventh day adventist the streets I ain't missing,
And everyday it's not a girl but my bible that I'm kissing,
Now that's some deep stuff and I say what I mean,
If the next man nice the one before is bad so lets say I'm in between,
So you don't want it real, and you don't want it fake,
So your existence disappears like the high top fade,
A deadbeat dad married a abusive mom and got laid,
You staring at me, I am what they made.

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