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You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant

Smoking white rhino on terraces

Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?

Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?



Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?

My sister say, it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit

My grand mama said, nope, never, that it's sacrilege

Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging



The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did

That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas

It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama

The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster



The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint

I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't

Saying that He won't, when I know He will

You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed for real






Dear Lord, have mercy on the ones

That go through life like it's a game we love

I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same

'Cause people gonna lie, some people gonna steal



You gotta be careful not to shit where you live

Them people might try to have you killed

Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield for real



I ain't never gave a fuck, I never did and never will

Live my life on press appeal, keep it true, keep it real

Better said, I keep it trill and no matter

Who don't like it, homie, that's just how it is



Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me

And I keep a blunt and a Bible and a gun on me

Why? Cause I'm country bred

Actually, I'm southern, something like my brethren



The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men

You should pay some homage, it's an honor this

This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates

This is soul of black folks mixed with Donald Goines shit



Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get

This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali

This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac

In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky

If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it

You with me?



Dear Lord, have mercy on the ones

That go through life like it's a game we love

I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same

'Cause people gonna lie, some people gonna steal



You gotta be careful not to shit where you live

Them people might try to have you killed

Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield for real



I don't trust the church or the government

Democrat, Republican, Pope or a bishop or them other men

And I believe God has sustained you with rap

So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap



And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die

I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times

And to that chariot come and take a nigga home

I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs

I'm gone