Stop the Hate

Bruh, I know your up but it's getting late I got to make peace with you Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew I'm sweating from the new day's sun now I know your in for a bit of fun you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon now go clean up your room but I need to return to the basics & keep it real many dismiss this thought as no big deal we got hustlers on the street selling crack working so hard today can give you a heart attack yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink can't even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought the shadows outside block my inner pain not having love in my heart is driving me insane who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent Stop all this hate that going around so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal got junk in your trunk saying no big deal I'm going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father I know what your saying why even bother It's good to stay in school & obey the golden rule many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don't belong like Rodney King said can't we all just get along got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action return to your first love before its to late call this fate merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder just be happy for who you are in the inside instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass systems blasting & the radio's on it's never too late to hear the end of this song got beggars crying & I'm not lying get fish to eat but I'm not frying Stop listening to hells lies cause you know Satan is lying