Aight... I didn't count your lines, so here's 30. Hope it doesn't suck.

So it’s me n my fam - aunts, uncles, nephews n niece
Tire squeals cut through the air, breaking the peace
Heats out in a moment, fuck this how my dad went
Bad omen, and I’m froze in the heat of the moment
Worse than shook, stuck in place, with a dumb look
There’s more profundity in 9 mm than any textbook
Spirit n soul about to transcend, but it was right then
I awoke in a cold sweat, destined to see sunrise again
We all living in borrowed to time, this is just extension
I refuse to accept it, won’t face this comprehension
Quickly cast order, sheets neat, must tuck the corner
This is Washington, politics, n I won’t be a foreigner
From the projects, no opportunity, wish dad could see
Never could afford a car, now not one Benz, I got three,
Shut out that past life, living in a gated community now
But freedom come with a price, the oath of office I avowed
Turned on all my people in the struggle, what I got to show?
I killed welfare, now my ex got 3 kids and 2 jobs to juggle
Me n my crew used to ball, pass notes during study hall
Overdue for a call, but half of them in Iraq, the first to fall
Met a uptown girl, Tina, we got a yacht up at the marina
And my job’s just a crash course on crashing Argentina
Trickle down economics, and Africa gets trickled on
Take it off the top, whos to say whats right n wrong?
Steal their money because I’m a free market believer
Sell them their own water and food, they can’t afford either

So I wonder, was it a dream, or my past come to haunt
Me, punishment for the hypocrisy I shamelessly flaunt
So I’m saying, don’t forget your roots so this ain’t in vain
Or else you’ll be due a drive by, courtesy of memory lane

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RIP SMOKAJOKA WE WILL MiSS YOU!!!!!!