My Message To The Government

Struggles in the streets/you can say that I'm Thuggin it
Wanna know my reasons/just go ask the government
Watching me in poverty/you can say that they shovel it
The New Micky D’s/cuz you know that they loving it
These people in they suits/with there shirts and they ties
Come every election/It’s the same Ol’ lies
About how we can do this/and how we can do that
Really doesn’t matter if you white or black/it still remains a fact
That they don’t give a shit/unless your ass is rich
Or you informed to 5-0/and became a snitch
You see I figured it out/how the government gets paid
Outside of MY checks/that they decided to raid
Or taking money from/a business that I made
Do you know that they make money/off of people with AIDS
You think it’s a joke/acting like I’m tripping
They been have a cure/ask Magic Johnson how he living
But when a disease doesn’t kill/as fast as it’s supposed to
That’s when they decided/infect us with the swine flu
And to make more money/off the healthcare income
They changed the name/from swine to H1N1
No “Cure” yet but we’ll/have one in due time
By then/we’ll lost the/count of the lost lives
I guess we should be/thankful for our parameta’s
We at least get free/healthcare cuz we live in Canada

My Society

I have an interior motive I don't need the Shiny cars and fit women,

Societies Personality is Changing

My past Was Full Of Killins' But I'm Still Healin',

Society Has Me In Baggy Jeans Limpin Alcholic Bevarge Sippin/

In The Club Girls Booty Poppin Still Tryna Fit The Image,

Fake Personas, It Aint Real Feel Like Im Living In A Scrimmage/

The Needy Staying Poor And The Rich Still Aint Givin,

The Truth Still Hidden, Questions Being Asked But Answers still Missin/

When We Gon' Change It Wont Happen The Critics Stay Snappin,

Who Ever Tried Ended Up Resting And They Aint Nappin/

Freedom Of Speech? But Every Time I Speak I End Up Scrappin,

They Want Me Dead For The Knowledge I Possess, Im Feeling Stress,

I Decline From Society Recline In A Seat At The Church And Feel Bles

The Insult

Police “May I have your licenses and registration please”.

Driver “Infectious hell-hated foot-licker rank”

Police “What did you just say”

Driver “Infectious hell-hated foot-licker rank”

Police “Licenses and registration! I’m not asking twice.”

Driver “Thou pribbling, clapper clawed harpy”

Police “You talkin’ to me? If you’re talking to me, talk in fucking English”

Driver (Stick the middle finger and laugh)

Police “Step out of the car sir.”

Driver “Danish boil-brained bladder measle”

Police “You hear me talkin’, hillbilly boy? I ain’t through with you by a damn sight. I’m a get medieval on your ass; get the fuck out of the car. (Pulls the driver out and throws him on to the door)

Driver “Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape.”

Police “So now you wanna speak English”

Driver “Boil brained half face rude growing villainous”

Police “I’m your worst fucking nightmare, man. I’m a nigger with a badge. Don’t play games with me.”

Driver “Gleeking fast-kidneyed maggot pie”

Police “Ok that how you wanna play. Two can play that game. You. You. Mewling ill-breeding dewberry vain

Driver “Oh dear god; are you in the Shakespeare’s play?”

Police “ No, but I can tell you that I’m a big fan.”