All my people came from a backlog
Only being seen when they dance like a mascot
Wonder where the dreams go to pass off
New kin sins in the name of his master
Probably still arranged past the back door
Only can exchange in the reign of a task force
Ask more, talk less
Cop fest stopped by a Pepsi and long dress
Uh-huh

Wonder if the comms got a contest
See how many names get defamed by the arm rest
Leaning on the game like a mob desk
Accounting for the wrongs only song of my confess -sion

Son, are you winning?
Still in the fight that we fought for as children?
Damn, just beginning?
Thought we hit save when we paved our decisions

Last left shot put a notch in the chief
Didn’t do shit in the belly of the beast
But, I guess the ops bring the heat
Whos hand on the stove can we keep this week?
Sheesh
Back to the cold dead feet, 
of a past representing what the future can’t keep
(What a future can’t keep)

Please, 
Don’t open up to me
I got too much on it for me to wait and see
Please,
Just ask yourself for me, 
What you really tryna do when you spaced my g

Maybe im, still talking nonsense
Noncontent slop popped on some over-hyped concept

But im, still with the conscience
Can’t let it go but I aint making comments

nonsense

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nonsense

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