Election Day

[Intro]
(Ahem-)
Good morning my fellow Americans. I'm coming forward to you today to give you this 100% raw and 100% uncut. The world that we live in today is complete bullshit, and we know it. I say live the life you want to live, 'cause we only got one of these bitches

[Verse 1]
They got folks goin' to college to work at a desk
But don't need a degree to come run the U.S
In this world that we livin' this shit here a mess
How we livin' in Hell, but I feel like I'm blessed?
Hid a whole lot of dirt for this shit on my chest
It's a whole lotta work I put in for myself
You can look and just tell that I'm not like the rest
When I get you this shit, I'ma give you my best
That's for people in prison that gon' rot 'till they dead
For some shit that was really a slap on the hand
When it's all said and done, that shit end on a bed
You get loaded in the ground and verses get read
'Fore I go out like a bitch I'ma cut off my head
'Fore I run to that money, I'm stretchin' my legs
'Fore I go fuck this bitch, I'ma go get this bread
'Fore I pick up my plate, make sure everybody fed

[Interlude]
In this life that I live, I got too many blessings
All that shit that I did, might not make it to Heaven
You know I get [?], 'bout how I be dressin'
Try to run with them up and it's bad like a mess
I don't care, but I'll bet it all on the 2
I see niggas don't like me, but watch what I do
Tryna see where you at, when I watch what you do
We gon' pop out at night and hang out the roof

[Verse 2]
You might die by a cop, you might die by a sheriff
This the "Land of the Free" not the "Land of the Fair"
Times gettin' harder like gel and some air
I just stay out the way, but I stayin' aware
You can't walk in my shoes, this a hard pair to wear
Holdin' on for dear life by a string over here
You can ask for whatever, if I got it I'll share
But I swear when you need 'em they never be there
Took the heart of my chest and I gave it a tear
Don't look up to these niggas, these niggas is squares
Built this shit from the ground, nigga, layer by layer
How this [?][1:41] got me lookin' for errors
I got scars from the past like I fought wit' a bear
I just gotta be strapped when I ride like a fair
I'm just standin' on two like I'm half of a chair
Shoot that bitch with two hands like I'm sayin' a prayer