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letra de divided - the real goonie jay

conversing with myself i got propellers on my head my thoughts spin
my hearts broke but imma take that on the chin
im the type to make a woman want to argue with her friends
about the likelihood of which one of them end up in this benz
never do the benzos but i know roxy as a friend
we linking up and have a 3some with ms jane again
cross my heart and hope to die illuminati want my head
im in a battle with the devil that you couldn’t comprehend
i seen the lengths that evil goes to get a chance to show its head
local artists act like friends i bet theyd cheer if i was dead
not because i really made it cuz i made it than them
i made the tables turn and did a exorcism with the pen
i’m nightmare of the industry
played it patient go a victory
never been one for bickering
pop em right where kisser is
ash him like he’s a ciggerate
you might be bigger in the street
but on the mic i been the biggest threat

connecting where i’m suppose to be quicker than wired internet
gamble like a degenerate
ramble until they wana go rambo on my intellect
stackin it like a pyramid
ain’t met a man i’m fearing yet
met a lot comparison
none that’s wasn’t embarrassing
it’s a miracle that i ain’t slapped a karen yet
it’s incredible i already got trouble with the government
identified as me and got punished what funny sh-t
cuz when it comes to identifying as something and lying it’s incredible to see how quick they stand up behind it
but when i tried to build the neighborhood they left us divided
told me i’m gentrifying sh-t and using cultures to profit
when really culture was the value that i gave and provided
they were acting like some pouches hunting me for my conscious
i still unified my people separated the non sense
i love my home town but sometimes i despise
the way they treat me like outcast like i didn’t try
didn’t provide they thing they couldn’t give to those of us that’s living like i
ready to die
for my this vision in my head that i could see with my eyes
think with my heart act with my brain i never needed to lie
im so sick of modern culture it’s the wickedest time
im not religious lately but in my rap i feel like im christ
tell the middle class kiss my ass
and tell the top 1% i got a mask and bag
i pull up with the militia with militias intent
pull up with the 4 pound take every oz a respect
never neglected anything that i believe for a check
that’s why i’d rather crash out than walk around with all this debt
i’d rather take the thing you got than have to live with what you left
the only time i ever stumbled was when i would live correct
never had a day of struggle till i left from the connect
went to prison for plant now all the rich in charge of it
thought i was lawless till the laws didn’t apply to rich
got my f and n protection for the day that they slip
im walking in a gated mansion with extension on sticks
no politics or red blue
all lives get hit
go call of duty make a movie
gta with a spliff
i found the pot of gold the ceo just opened the fridge
i told empty everything i let him cry for a kick
he told me why’d i have to do it all he heard was a cl!ck

- the real goonie jay

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