This is just another lil elevation I did for a min...holla back


My mentals are tipsy and widely overdriven…
But my tongue’s decision is to spit knowledge like its street religion
I’m dedicated to defy my pearl on Earth without getting sacked up and zippined’
The world is forever hungry and don’t give a damn about supportin’ my livin’
The breath of life plus reality equals testified truth…
And look what materialism has envisoned in our youth
Workin to be heartfelt, love ourself and fathom our wealth
Is more important than you ridin on others safety belts
Some of us cum laude’s, degrees, GED’s…not all quite terrific
But putting mentals in depth…can equally design ya to be scientific
Industry chickens flock thru wit ghostwrittens and furry mittens
While us “In da streets” chicks tryna survive in hazardous conditions
Just shows you how much we being respected in such a religion
Dedicated and created to be more than just man’s divison
Besides that I’m steadily seekin my insightful missions
Not to be stuck in the kitchen and makin others decisions
It’s a Ghetto Philanthrophy surroundin and houndin me
Expactations pitched forward to my world exclusively
I’m all alone in this struggle doing whatever it takes
Haters keep pushin my shine while I’m coppin’ the cake