If I came from out of town and watched the BULLSHIT being thrown around I would laugh....
There aren’t too many fellows on this path of BULLSHIT!!!
But we'll eat the lies,
Pile around that BULLSHIT! Like flies.
As EVERYTHING! dies.
How many goodbye's have we heard all ready.
When we use to sit there and be sweet to one another,
It was almost like we were all going steady;
People have remarried other venues,
As this BULLSHIT! continues,
1) BULLSHIT!....................$0.00
2) BULLSHIT!....................$0.00
3) BULLSHIT!....................$0.00
4) BULLSHIT!....................$0.00
5) BULLSHIT!....................$0.00
6) BULLSHIT!....................$0.00
Is this all we got on the menu????
But as we always seem to do, let’s just continue.....
I thought speaking of what you been through was suppose to bring strength to others,
If there is power in words, and we use it for wrong not good.
How can your words truly be understood....
Whether the suburbs or the hood, we have to learn what is good.....
Words role off our tongues like we speaking in dumb,
Everyone is SHINNING, so I am screaming "REDRUM"
Because not once did I ever come to hear the BULLSHIT!!
WAKE UP PEOPLE!!!!!!!! THIS IS WHY BLACK PEOPLE NEVER HAVE ANYTHING!!!
BECAUSE THE MINUTE WE LOVE SOMETHING, IT GETS FLOODED WITH BULLSHIT, SO I AM JUST TRYING TO FLUSH, SO NO
ONE ELSE HAS TO SMELL IT!!!!
ANYBODY WHO IS ANYBODY SHOULD KNOW WHAT I MEAN......
WAKE UP!!!!!