Week 27 Smash

/ Give a fuck for what they said it be, white devil, leprosy/ 2nd Kings, 5 Verse 27, step with me/ Rearrange your plumbing like a hysterectomy/ And I wonder why the never check for me/ The Nation said Yacub had created us for weaponry/ Pigment left a cleft in me, genetic heresy/ And since the Caucasian is genetically recessive/ Maybe nature tries to correct it with depression/ Higher than white suicide stats/ But predictable as white suicide raps/ In the name of the father, the son, and holy spirit/ Maybe poly-theistic/ Maybe not, who am I question/ Just another born of a Constantine lesson/ I just do my one-two, and try keep my head up/ Even though things is eating at me on the dead up/ Guess it’s easier to deal with money and security/ And a lover reassuring you, in spite of all the scrutiny/ All of my emotions in the middle of a mutiny/ Lord, what to do with me/ My brother’s got a family, I just got a grudge/ One I cant stop from raking in the mud/ So I go and grab my dawg again, to take another loss again/ That hopefully we gain from, get some people talking, then/ I’ll build another wall within, take another fall with sin/ Like maybe this is all pretend/ So for my next lover, careful what I feel for you/ As I build another cross that I swear is built for two/