Itchy Fingers Freestyle
Lifetime paranoia,
18 years a skeptic, perfect lawyer
“You’ll never be anything nigger”
Grade 2 teacher,
Now I don’t fuck with authority figures
Studying law to free my niggas,
Painted as goons,
Yet live as God fearing christians
From the complex,
God needed to free them
From young, white kids jumped me and called me nigger,
Now I greet them with a 45, 32, 1 finger
Salute to satan when I see you niggas
Life of violence saved by education,
I can’t even trust a woman,
10 years ago,
Toting blades just to write my name
She lead me to Liam trying to gather on Noel
Grab my right hand,
Sudden movement,
Rainy day,
Would have wet up my man
Wake up and reflect,
Always thankful for faith
Changed my outlook,
From the brink of death
Look at the crew,
“That could have been you,
You’re a miracle; and you never knew”
When you’re a kid you don’t see that,
Emotion needs a speaker box, love below doesn’t show
I’m an outcast
Existence in isolation,
Never been popular, always a loner
Easy target, fight back
Or stay a loser
So my finger’s itchy
For any and all who try and harm me
