Lyrics Blamerican - Mac Toe

But you ain't start off that way
Three fifths of a man
The world owe you back pay
The buck ain't stoppin at that rate
You ah buck so they buckin
Don't give ah fuck what them facts say
Plus they trippin round yo way
And it's crowded or infested
We just speaking perspectively
Hard times
You just tryna facilitate
All that ever got you is
Correctional facilities
Urban underclass
Living under the underpass
Defeated separating cans from trash
Fuck living last
Rather grab the gun and the mask
Hop in father time's car
And do the dash till I crash
Sand in the glass water under bridge
Can I live
In substandard conditions
That affect how I feel
Chasing thrills
The water deep a nigga need gills
Man fuck that shit rogue
I need pills
Cuz I can't deal
Yes I can American
Gram for gram
In my hood that's how they measure a man
Fuck uncle sam or that think I can
I do nigga
This that black people street poet shit
This ain't no haiku nigga
Came up thuggin rough
And I ain't amongst the few nigga
Fuck ah pig I commit
I know my enemy do you nigga
Thin blue line
Yes keep the defibrillator
Rule twenty seven nigga
Never chase ah sac chaser
My uncle shakin
Is it the drugs are the Parkinson's
My patna got shot and iont think he'll walk again
Chain effect can't neglect
Load the tek for self respect
In it dread deep
The dramas way above me neck
As I spiral and infect
My being will pose a threat
Locked away 23 a day
Until my brain disconnects
As I spiral and infect
My being will pose a threat
Locked away 23 a day
Until my brain disconnects

In this country that we love
Bombs bullets and blood
Abundant prisons expensive tuitions
Produce thugs
Nigga smarten up
Break the chain can't complain
You can live forever
If you go with the grain
Tell my sons stand up
All problems they must confront
Actions breed reactions
Home run or bunt
Inepts not what you want
Stay ready cause life's abrupt
Cold and heavy but somehow hot to the touch
Volcano erupt
Couldn't match this passion
Desire for answers nigga keep that satisfaction
Long lastin from roguish to riches
More like poverty to middle class figures
Reality taste bitter
You must acquire the taste
Is it the prize that you love
Or the thrill of the chase
Make haste keep pace
Stuck in a box of paradox
Goin Cuckoo like my grandfather's clock
Giving it all I got cut my head on the glass top
Numb to the tips of my thumbs
I'm shell shocked
Thickened plots caused my community to rot
Crooked cops made my trust level drop
I close my eyes and see philando flop
Read Donald tweets like the bomb gon pop
But I still ain't shit nigga sale ya mom crackrock
A jaded soul product of the g code
Bred in necessity
Ham sandwich was our hero
Malnourished
Gotta gun I'mma Rob a tourist
Caught a victim looking curious
Hopefully he insured his shit
These are the hands of a desperate man
Circumstances of chance
This is a glimpse of a glance
Perception of sight
The spectrum of light
Is it the black man's plunder or the black man's plight
Take what they owe
In layman's terms
Measure ya life in love get burned
When will you learn
It's Mac Toe you bitch