Do Better

Fuck the world
I can’t help nobody else
Lift a hand nail my palm
I can’t even help myself
Staring at the ceiling
I Got a bad feeling
Its another dead day
Wish these walls would waste away
Im so used to doing time
I got nothing on my mind
Pictures broken on the Flo
Blank dreams, lookin blind
Nigga swimming down below
Really think im bout to die
I got nothing else to say
Im too high

Do better
I won’t my waste my time trying to survive in the White Man’s World tonight
No, no, no, baby
I just want to die High drive by, I don’t like my kind tonight
No, no, no, baby

Brown baby born in the morgue
End of story
Im so hungry Im so bored
I forgot, praise the lord
Max capacity my storage
This the voice I can’t ignore it
Fill my prisons with the poor
Grilling nigglets, eat the porridge

Feasting on my feet enjoying it
Favorite drink is Poisonous
Daddy left his boys 2 men
That tarred me, burned me, feathered chicken
Tethered to an anchor
Mississippi river
Come up missing, really dripping
Bloody crippin, feel me?
Red at anal blister
So angry!
So vicious
Don’t text me
I'm distant
My breath stink
My dick sick
Im hopeless
666
I'll choke this black broke bitch
On the ropes don’t approach me
I can’t focus paranoid like a dope fiend
Nervous nosebleed not a choice
I became born as the wrong thing

I won’t my waste my time trying to survive in the White Man World tonight
No, no, no, baby
I just want to die High drive by, I don’t like my kind tonight
No, no, no, baby

Git:
Missing all the advantages
Sticking to plans again
Stiffer than mannequins
When high off of alcohol + the cannabis
Under new management
My plan is stick to positivity
Sticking with possibility
Rig your scales if your feeling me
Hit the cells if you're feeling me

Htiekal:
There's no thing left to say
We bring the ice to sage
We take the life from age
Charred the Bible page
In idle (Idol) state
Rival to my bio
Player
Fucked around with life
Now you're in di(r)e straits

I don't want to be Black no mo'
Black man gangsta culture
I've been represented time is over
Ruffles on my shoulder
If I kill them all
Finally get the chance to ball
And be a gangsta soldier
Rolling in my very own rover