A Message to the Black Sons

Fuck bitches;
Get money.
Get money;
Fuck bitches.

Me and my niggas
Braggin bout riches.
Got it out the mud,
Out the trenches.

The year was 2020, cractose baby
Every bitch is a hoe cept the one that raised me.

Mama know love..she like them thugs too.
Seen her get beat and run back to the streets,
How you think i’m sposed to love you?

If that’s what love is then i wanna be a thug too.
Screamin, “GANG!” while i bang.
Feds came, had my name
Took the charge and i aine change.
That’s just what thugs do.

Fighting for my life every day in here.
Like, “would life be so different if i disappear?”
Ain’t no light in this tunnel, missing chandelier.
Ain’t nobody checking on me but death and fear.

Shit’ll haunt chu;
Collect calls ain’t goin through to the same niggas i used to flaunt to.
How they put god in a cage then, nobody want chu.
Get washed up in a cycle;
Shit delicate like some laund-ry.

You see

Cractose theory: got addicted to the game
And wanted niggas to fear me.
Kept the strap close, can’t no nigga or bitch get near me.

If this sound like you, then sincerely,
My nigga i NEED you to hear me.

Dear Me,
Black Son
I know you don’t remember where you begun;
I’m here to tell you: it’s where stars come from.
How you think you able to soar into the clouds when you “AND 1”?
Ghost these niggas when you race em like a fuckin phantom?
Feet don’t even hit the pavement when you run!

AIN’T YOU TIRED OF RUNNING FROM YO GREATNESS?!

DON’T YO LIGHT GET SUFFOCATED BY YO FAKENESS?!

YOU GONE DIE DISAPPOINTED WAITING FOR FORTY ACRES.

HEALING AIN’T GONE COME TO NOBODY, BLACK SON; YOU GOTTA TAKE IT.

Break it!
Break this fucking cycle of trauma!
Value yo peace, Black Son fuck all the drama!!
Cause that bitch, Karma..

She work like a mirror;
So when you fucking with her, just make sure that shit clear.

Put some respect in yo voice when speaking to a queen.
Cause whether u realize it or not, she can turn every nightmare into a dream.

Cractose baby,
Who you doin it for?
Cause them niggas will eat witchu at the table, but will they sleep witchu on the floor?

Just some food for thought

You keep grinding Black Son
Keep yo head up
You keep shining Black Son