Mr. T
How many people that- in the audience can Emcee?
Mr. T? Bring up Mr. T! I wanna battle you!
It’s time to go to school
Like Mr. T Said, I pity the fool!
That’s not platinum, it’s not even silver,
Its just a piece of shit-
I told you that shit don’t rhyme! What!
Look at this! Huh!
Yeah, that’s cool, that’s cool, Yeah
I been thinking lot bout innocence , pure water I been sipping it
I came along way from ignorant, but these days make me wanna act belligerent
The times got a brother lit
I’m 21 can’t catch no scandal, I never take what I can’t handle
I never let a fuck face tell me what Tru can’t handle
Cause what I’m on he can’t fathom
The love that I lost, the love that I seek is not what I need
I’m longing for peace, I fell out of reach, I’m just out of touch
Rover running over clovers, all out of luck
And all this food I’m praying over I’m just tryna eat up
No giving up cause we tough, I work the muscle of love
I get the word and read up, In thy father we trust
Came a long way from doing what the song say
Know I’ll make my mom proud ain’t tryna do it the wrong way
Want me in a cap and gown, sorry it’s a long wait
I been rocking hand me downs tryna keep my socks straight
Watching out for red and blue lights, thats what pops say
Tryna go global over night, give me front page
So tell me, why I’m bothered by this lil’ minutiae
Same reason you wear the wrong colors they shoot you
I left my phone shorty scroll right through it
And its hard to not love, why we fighting to prove it?
I might lose it, I might be losing my mind over stupid fights
I ain’t doing nothing wrong, can’t get it right
I notice she only hitting me up when its light
And then I see her with a different nigga every night
I flip the cards on her, play her own smarts on her
I been A-wall, M-I-A, what a soul brother, number one,
Running up on her, she gon’ love me even when she know I’m fucking up
I seen it all, I seen a bitch come between me and my best friend
I seen it all, seen a two seater, head in the Benz
Seen a few liters, seen a few lines on the glass
Seen a few teachers fail me give that white boy a pass
Seen screenshots ain’t matching up with the facts
Or the facts ain’t matching up with nothin’ in yo text
Seen real niggas fail, and fake niggas progress
Seen too many of loved ones get laid to rest before 21-
What you think that do to a young brother coming up?
What you got to lose when you ain’t never struggled out the hood
Headlock, uppercut, big homie cut the rock and then slide it under the rug
Corner block, got jumped, almost got popped til’ the homie ran around and popped a few shots back,
Then the cops rode around he almost got locked up
Trauma and product of environment,
Priorities, majority ain’t really been serving me
Still ain’t got hate for the fickle folks that been swerving me
Even when I know them niggas heard of me, forgiving everybody ever hurting me
I’m focused on my self, thats certainty,
Do my deed and I tell the truth until somebody murder me
I got this fire in my heart, and its burning me…
Alright, Oh yeah
Give it up, give it up for my man, MR. T!
If you guys are serious about making it out of this ghetto,
You gotta focus, you gotta stop blaming white people for your problems…
And you’ve.. you’ve gotta learn..how to …rap or play basketball or something
Nigga you’re trapped
You are trapped! Either do that or sell crack, thats your only option!
Go on out there and be somebody!
I just hope they listen.