DECEMBER 16TH

I bear witness that there is no god but Allah…
And I bear witness that Muhammad is His servant and messenger…
Half of you teens follow the queen bee
The other half is staying straight up on the moves to the key
My transit into foolin' life begins
Becoming of a man destined to beckon to government’s whims
Gone be the days of innocence and schools of playing kids
Welcome the early mornings of rude awakenings
You’re grown now
Supply grown man bars to the crowd
Only lounge around and do nothing when you’re around?
A world of responsibility now opens
Pros and cons in the moment
Part of me longs for the components
Pay them- get that work or else imbalance
Stack your cash, behave, and don’t think with your phallus
Morph into a calloused veteran and raise kids for war
As well as elude surveillance and consume the flames so raging
In my psyche
In my psyche I sight thee
Grown man bars- that’s something I gotta deal with now
That’s something I gotta deal with now
My transit into foolin' life begins
Becoming of a man destined to beckon to government’s whims
Gone be the days of innocence and schools of playing kids
Welcome the early mornings of rude awakenings
Eighteen years in the making, I’ve mastered hate crops
Collecting well-deserved guap when Acid Rain drops
And spilling onto the populace with acid raindrops
Metamorphose into a beast- a natural Aesop
No longer a kid with a tendency to lacerate lots
I’m an adult who’s too peaceful to pack away Glocks
Far removed from the days of master/slave crops
Evading harpies who wanna exacerbate cock
I’ve learned a trove of lessons cause I have to make guap
And one gigantic thank-you for my massive brain, Pops