Started freestyling this, then afterwards I wrote it down and recorded it. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.
So many hos, I begin to rhyme;
So much gardening, yet so little thyme.
A saffron spice, they scratch they heads like lice, mix and match my flows like vegetables and rice.
Sick like dogs on a heist, Crucify my enemies like Christ, it seems the cypher is nicer the more the pain to entice her...but so begins and ends the tale! Of a young man who could've gone to Yale. Instead of scholarships, writin shit, on napkins at Taco Bell...
But that's the magic of the flow, the more you win the less it show; while you walk to ponder and wander 2 chainz bought ten brand new hondas.
Wayne dropped thirty for an ice cream shop, Juicy (J) makes them bandz and girls pussies pop, while you and I sit in contemplation on the fall of the new American nation.
Maybe I should talk about takin her to a hotel, fuckin her good left and right, instead of dark cells and hostels, where human beings are losin their rights.
The people need to stand up and fight!
Think for yourself, think of change.
And not the fake shit Obama and co pumped all into yo brain.
Fuck politicians, fuck the lazy crackheads that don't want help, fuck abortion, fuck the dea and that thang, fuck every man who ever lied for money in exchange. And God help you and yours in this crazy fucked up world.