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robin hood
my favorite mythic style
martha stewart
my favorite white child
check it, every time i wrecked it
god comes in and chimes “not yet kid”
weekly, i used to be throwing up
off x-pills, mixed with weed n guts
and back then it wasn’t enough
my skin got cold one day barfed an eroded pill
it warmed back up
took me a while to listen to my mother
took me a while to not be partial with the word “brother”
i mean dang..
am i that undercover?
or am i just smothered with jesus my precious lover
i’m a gimp
who gave thе holy lord a holla
and hope he don’t go to h-ll ovеr a dolla
stolen, by some old thief
who must know of liquidities
that seem infinitely heavenly
til it’s finite lease smacks you back to beverly
only followed ten effin laws
judge sees me in the county court and says “h-ll? naw!”
bad license and bad cause
i ain’t being c-cky because
god was tippin’
and brought me something bad first
i don’t talk about it
cuz it hurts
one night it gave me all my worth
i shoulda been dead and in the he-rs-
but, it made me who i am
and if you don’t like it
prayers go out to your fam

wait, just give me like three..
i got a few stories up my sleeve
one night down in florida i hear a knock
open the door
——— said “come out”
let’s go to jacksonville a few nights n chill
he wanted to cop lsd from this dude bill
i just took a quarter of some gold shrooms in
hopped in the cherokee and started boomin
he stopped and ask should he bring his ar-15
i’m up here wondering what the frick is he thinking
i already knew he had a history of anger
and now this fool wants to act like a banger
no leave that bs here bro
you’re already driving and drinking on a beer yo
we pull up at a college party
they’re talking for weeks
and working out their cards see
comes back with a sheet of u-g’s
he takes a pause and looks in a fog
we took a few, felt nothing…so we took them all
by the end of the night i learned a lesson…
good thing he left the weapon

there’s something called velouria
my little joint
that i coded to make a point
that way one way or another it’s all simulated cr-p
and someone made your way without giving you dap
that work can basically be any task
as long as something profits mass
matter don’t really matter, stunning?
you can be sitting in a headset running
half of the occupations are robbery
just to make sure you don’t have hobbies
what if you found out that half the math
you believed in was just to keep you sad?
i know rich people who lost stamina
only gain it back when they in front of cameras
im not leavin out the middle class ones
sitting in their phone, getting numb
thinking of their bucket
til they say eff it
just chuck it
and then left it
my favorite myth is robin hood
my favorite white child is martha stewart
though i never knew her
my heavens way fatter you see
there’s no “matter” to me
i dont think “consciousness” is better than me
i mean, i dont try
and no, i dont even gotta get high
never sold
and never had no wit
flip my stock
then flip the flip, trick
i’ve been taught
to be sharp in thought
the sharks…
are bold but get caught
never flirting cuz it’s flesh to me
a bag of flesh and mortal meat
by the end of the night i learned a big lesson…
good thing i told him to leave the weapon

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