Blood On the Leaves

Let me breathe the slave chains are choking me. My brain racing because the information is over loading me. All this name brand ****, who am i suppose to be? A slave to the name my gold chain dripped blood on the leaves. Thugs on the streets told me to remain a G. My professor told me i have a message and im suppose to speak. Lost in the world with wolves in a couple sheep. In the restraunt acting nonchalant taking shots but im not old enough to drink. Thats depression , i'm stressing but an angel spoke to me. She said my progression is destine , but destiny still text me sweet messages. My mind is in one direction , the cops cant catch us. And if they do i got on gold , so they can use it to lynch us . Feeling like a king , but on the news i see black vicitms. New slaves told the way they treat us. Give me a basketball scholarship , a rap deal , or some fried chicken. We all god's children ? Well why Kin still Killing ? And why judges still whispering ? "Its ok i'll handle this one , case innocent "