Refraction

Memeification of
A black body’s last days, Breonna Taylor conversations
Just to get to third base
Stopped fearin hell when the tanks
Stopped traffic
Sticks with the stones
If they started tongue lashin
Made it to 20 years old
In ten years
I’ll probably have some kids
Thats gon change the way i live
No more of the Erie Ave reppin, ass whoopin, Juvenile narcissism that wasn’t payin the bills
Instead
I’m on every ave flexin mass weapons
Thru the nile of libеralism
That’s increasin in kills
Chill
Label exеcs mockin my block by
The rivers of Babylon
Couldn’t digest reality with tarragon
May the stones do they thing
When the terror’s gone
Uh
Runnin from the past, the triathlon
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Cops notorious for keepin locks on the
Block with mace and caine
Yeah
White phosphorous for the innocuous
Congresses watchin with providence
And niggas thought that Wilson Goode
Was an accomplishment
I.D politics
If i see Kamala, get my goonies
And we stomp her shit
Im tryna raise the bar like
I’m keepin black lawyers out
It’s under the floorboard
Like Tom in the Sawyer’s house
My heart tells tales of a glory that’s
Stolen
And for that reason they be thinkin
Our truth is paranoia