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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 south-er-ern 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'ma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs I'm gone