think about it.

they say I lost my mind, let me think about it.../ take notes, the state quota got him hoping and wishing/ baiting and fishing, the right man is waiting to kill him/ but this brown bastard racking up the gold to dismiss em/ grip the ground with his hands, might open a fissure/ marathoning through the problems, then they pose at the finish/ thinking they're better than a father cooking coke in the kitchen/ he visions the hope, and how he moves dope for his children/ putting posers in the they're place, they wanna rope him and lynch him/ grace gifted from a God got him out of the streets/ sixty years, hustled hard, feeding cowards and fiends/ grey-haired, reminiscing how he's proud of his seed/ said "damn, now my kids got more power than me"/ generations generated off of wisdom encouraged/ his bloodline never worried, just continued to flourish/ curtains close on a past, can't remember the hurt/ a black man shut his eyes and left his body on earth/ they say I lost my mind, let me think about it...//