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Hey kid!

Hey kid the glasses, whats up with the classless actress you rapped about

You’ve never had sex?

Understand the madness to attest to aimless music

Senseless useless

Act as though jesus was you

But jesus saved you

So who we been with

Boy whom we speak to

Hey kid with the bad scent, what’s up with the nonsense of no sense comments

You’ve never been punished

You've never been gutted

Yet you display a godsent

Of financial assets

Godspeed and goodness that no pious had sensed

Let there be bloodshed and let there be ratchet

Gang wars and landlords

Same world but tamed lure

Absurd and Abs hurt

Miss matched and match fixed

half mixed and preyed on

by credit and bad trips

and the police

they caugh them

redhanded

hand in

Cuffs

and guilded stories and judges

Bonds

no black man witnessed, back since 

OJ had earnt

Jay Z has spent

David Bowie

Gave birth to frank’s shift

Blonded our choices

Of love and stories

Or conscious tug holding of reality’s mattress

So clap less and listen more

Had we not done 

Roy Moore

Could have played us

Played us before

But we’re waking up

This time for sure

Kid, 

Napoleon regains Mineapolis