Stereo typical Blunder
And, so I breathe.
Now, is it not one step into a moments breathe.
Or am I confused?
Or, Is my mind just bruised?
I mean, weve dun heard stories, about people making it, chatting s**t
But no one wants to listen when you make a hit
Now its all preached in simple terms
So I wonder was it the worm that ate the apple or the apple that ate the worm?
And its all just flipped
Because, rather than living as one and free
We undermine different cultures and nationalities
But versitility is a key
For I can be as punctual as a lecturer
Or as hood as a G
A bit of rock, touch of Indie or straight funky.
Now, Am I more or less of a man
because my jeans are too baggy or too tight?
I beg to differ
I got my hood on, but don't be fooled
Im just cold.
Cold of that ignorant finger pointing my way
It tires almost every day
But I don't let it.
I'm no stereo typical blunder
But it would be a lie to say I'ver never strapped a doobie or smoked ganja
But I right my wrongs, So I'd say I'm pretty worth it
Worth what?
Well, that's easy...The world
But I take a different approach
Rather than robbing the country of it's people, diamonds and pearls
I look apon prayer and serious wise words
Because a ghetto aint a ghetto until someone dies first
by mii jason
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