The Breakdwn

The allure of doing what's wrong feels so right/ so nice/ like a virgin its so tight/ the words that I write / is to symbolize this black man plight/ make you aware of the demons I fight/ sometimes I lose/ sometimes its the tree, sometimes its booze/ or maybe something with a fat ass and nice boobs/ maybe 3 of 3 of the sins I choose/ alarmed by opportunity/ but a nigga pressed snooze / all for nothing all I hear is bad news / or the daily concerns of my clothes and my shoes/ cause souls are lost in a instant/ niggas moving green with no heart I call em grinch men / or the niggas that carry around tools like the wrench men/ killing more brothers then the lynchings/ you're destined to be more than a statistic/ its all on you, do you embrace it or diss it/ lifes a hailmary , either you catch it or you miss it/ it all depends on your drive/ how big you dreams are and then ambition you have in side/ replace those feelings of despair with pride/ this is somthing my momma can be proud of/ she was once overcome by life, and fell victim to the powder/ she two years clean and a nigga couldn't be prouder/ cause love conquers all/ size means nothing, Even Rome had to fall