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Mr Cokeman

You see I've been misunderstood majority of my life
Its as though if living were war 
then im the knife
Its not my fault society embraces suicide
Label me an aspiring mathematician
Cuz I have nothing to hide
but a simple substance I provide
for an affordable price
my life is nicked and dimed into a dynasty of ghetto capital
my product derived of natural organic matter
strategically cut and cooked for a simple way to provide
that get away you're after boo
Damage is collateral
See while you chase starts
I chase the dollars that make them
See I defy God and for a few
I can make you invincible
destroying your principles 
Cuz ile have you feining for that next high 
that next mucus mixture 
with the snort of that booger sugar
Excess caked up til inhaled to the brain
that mental bugaloo
Cut into rocks of instacourage
for you weak pawns on a chessboard
checkmated before you had the chance 
to advance to enemy territory
You've destroyed yourself 
As I enjoy my wealth
Now whos the loser
When you look yourself in the mirror
and realized you've ascertained a habit you cant break
developed a hunger for a superficial utopia you cant make
You are
So as a businessman my product and I are one
but never mingle
So while you dibble and dabble with the snow
I create blizzards
Are you prepared for the cold cold life ahead of you 
If im caught is federal
But you're worth the effort 
Im just simply the man that makes the offer
And its crazy cuz when the streets were hot
and my product was mixed with soda pop
it was a shoulder shrug
Now I gotta hide my product
discreet with my customers
or metal bracelets will give my wrist
a colder hug 
Load the slug
and aim it at your cranium
this is a ride youll die for
Literally speaking 
No pun intended
It was more of a visual sentence

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Who You Be

I was walking down the street one warm Saturday night 
And three young brothers approached me 
Faces cloaked in red scarves 
So I braced myself anticipating the worse
But then one asked me a question 
That changed everything 
He was like who you be?  
And at that moment time its self stopped 
And I resaid the question who I be?  
Then with ease I replied I be your salvation
 
Grammatically incorrect is you question 
I am your brother brother you are my keeper
We are 1 as a people 
I am superior to the the typical man 
Cuz I am connected 
Connected to a heritage that has structured my mind 
Through the emancipation of my history
I don't bang blood it pumps in my soul infused with God's 
gift to me melanin  from the clay he used to make me 
So my question to you is not who u be ? but who are you?  
Cuz the state of to be is to impersonate to try but I wanna 
know who you have become alone 
Without the influences of this corrupt society 
Simply said 
I am.....