Ghetto Speak

From a land that far too well comprehends universal madness
Not too far from the symbolic architecture that masks it
But all is fair, I guess
'Cause broken glass, cherry blossoms and bullet fragments
Don't look as fantastic on the pamphlet, yeah
Let me land, though, let me land

Yeah, I welcome premature jokes, I'm a last laugh enthusiast
My wrath 'bout to start
This your last time to show me how we doing
How you moving? What we doing? Are we doing this?
You tryin' to outclass, you gonna found out who the truant is

Nosy little boy, I be hot, tryin' to be cool with us
Dap us and move along, my temperature's doin' too much
I'm out in London on the humble, trying not to clutch
My cousin laughed and said, "Man, walk, I got the crutches"

Two sticks can make a fire, show me where the smoke is
I told 'em, show me who gonna match the one holding the torches
Now you said you in the trenches having all the motion
I don't know, but look, to me, that sounds like extortion, mm
But you ain't know that's part of our culture, mm
The politician's just functional smokers, mm

Uh, but who gonna really care
'Cause all the hittas who ain't kidding, over here be kids
Free cars, proceed with caution
Come here for a brunch, might leave here nauseous
Might leave, say, "Aw, shit", thought DC was chocolate
Agree my dog, but it's sweet 'til it's dark here
It's dark here

Been some hard years
Bullet frag', broken glass, cherry blossoms