Ghost of a Eunuch

[Verse 1]
Bloody knuckles
Got her bitin her lip
You can feel the trouble
When she tighten her grip
And the grip around her throat
Invitin her in
Not a shoota but
I know he like to pretend
It’s a movie if i choose
To run in his crib
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
20 to life cause you
Fucked with his rep
Had a shitload to say
Now you losin ya breath
Bang in the streets
So you bang nonetheless
If a nigga want beef you
Gon bang on ya chest
“bang!”, what you heard
Now a hole in ya chest
And a cloth on ya face
To avoid the contest
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
Pop was a stone
Ain’t no hurtin his pride
You would witnеss his punches
But never his criеs
Braided ya hair
And he ain’t even smile
He said masculinity is
Sacred to i
Wait till he see all the
Makeup and dye
And the tension gon rise
Till you wished that he died
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
Ghost of a eunuch
An excursion to deification
Push the scale just to feel
Like a unit
Cause the tears never bring
No appraisal
You enfeebled the gratification
Now the concept of force
Is essential
It’s a loss of identification
Cause machismo is
All in the mental

[Verse 2]
I’m a witness and victim
Of all of the braggadocio
Absorption of manners
That’s uncontrollable
Depiction of brothers
Actin available
Resulted in learnin
Life be disposable
Ain’t no 20/20
Vision
Regarding the question
Of cognitive correlation
Said she wanted a thug
With a heart
But it tore em apart
He accustomed annexation
Not a purse but a satchel
Point of showin off
The shrapnel
Is to show that niggas can’t
Match you
Can you say you
Won the battle
When the raison d’être
Was detrimental to ya worth
Femininity a fightin word
Greatest story that you
Never heard
Niggas mobbin
Multifaceted colors and
Makin the puppeteer bite the curb!