The Ballad of Earl

This part of life Is black and white
Cut and dry, bastardized
Grandfathered into Maximizin'
Kind of back splitting that keeps niggas gaspin'

For their fucking life, what the fuck am I?
Anyway, you cut the pie I'm small fruit
Strangely hung to dry
From a pirouette to this Body mine getting commodified

Fuck, hey, man, fuck
Back to the pen Where the numbers die
Final thoughts of a native son
Black tux like I'm James Prophesied

No, no, no, no, no!
Let me sit and smoke some mo
Hit the corner store, Simple living keep it hidden
Not to prison, Not a cog for the cotton gin

Of cops and politicians, no
'Cause they know they wanna kill us slow
And they know they fucking wrong
Hey man, y'all know that you're fucking wrong

They wanna grab the kid, Masquerade a passing slip
As some sort of masochist
Slap his wrist, trap his dividends
For the next five to ten to get his ass back
Again, again

Fuck! ( laughs )
Nigga, don't you get it?

I get no final plea, I'm no anomaly
This ain't no odyssey, I get no sovereignty
Work just the same as a lobotomy

Trying to turn me Into a commodity
If I'm for sale, then who the fuck is buyin' me?

[SPOKEN]
Hold up. Hold up, man

Hey, it ain't even no one here to say goodbye to me

Get your ass off me

There's no one here to say goodbye to me

Bro, what the fuck Are y'all doing?
Hey, bro, hold up

It ain't even no one here To say goodbye to me
Oh, shit I gotta say goodbye
I gotta say goodbye to me