“Hope you don’t see me on a RIP tee,
reduced to a front page column,
talkin’ about ‘Fairfield’s Gotta A Lotta Problems’,
Unexplained murders, but why can’t the cops solve ‘em?
Don’t go askin’ the right question
unless you wanna see the pig with the badge
& the nightstick flexin’,
Catch a bad one,
like Martin or Malcolm
POP! You know the outcome,
And I’m a Grand Sun, plus I’m tryna have my own
Speak discrete ‘cause they tappin’ your phone
Who’s in control?
Do you have a master?
Ask yourself this as you’re running faster toward disaster
like you didn’t have a choice,
So I rap for the ones thinking they didn’t have a voice
And now you know exactly what it mean,
‘cause it’s grimey where I live but I still stay clean”
Song off my album with Fluent. Dedicated to all the people out there staying clean and pushing to stay above the madness! One love.