Speak and write plus on the street fight for my possessions
Got a plan best but hidden like a manifest written for future aggression
In a fun zone to party with an unknown body of grammar
At clubs Bacardi will hammer brains a cup of the mama gamma
Is lame, my character in America is to stay drunk and lay
Funk by the pound like Rick James with quick aims to slay
Mingle fact with a single act like the purpose of a circus
Lost stress climbing to the process of rhyming it stir us
Vary with jive dun but terrified of guns they shoot lead
Leave a cemetery polluted with dead cats, stuff incred
Need a plan in a sick nation and good anticipation like Welfare
Stay wrecked with a paycheck on a monthly basis face hell air
Bills thick ill and sick face bitter situation need consideration
Check inflation it came without expectation, being a quitter no elevation