true american.

true American, I'm 'bout to be a vet/ put it on his head and spread it like a Chia Pet/ grew up with a nigga that was repping he the best/ I flew overseas and I have yet to see him jet/ handle on my bars, spin 'em like a BMX/ psycho, so I hold my body, I don't need a head/ pull up on you, no expression, like an ego death/ bible or a rifle, pick your poison, we're at war/ decipher all your tribal malices and see the ploy/ politicians hussle blood and currency, of course/ elementary, bullies would take my toys/ I ran home and asked pops 'how do I kill a boy?'/ bad karma, my conscience was unemployed/ bagging up these problems with commas to fill the void/ more potent than sodium in your soy/ pull it out my pocket, the rocket conciliatory/