I just put the spotlight on a problem, it's up to you peeps to solve 'em, cuz they sure are a lotta them
So I grab my scrotum and crack a brew cold as ice and I start to philosophize, cruel veracity reflected in my crimson red eyes
T'ain't no surprise to those who see past the disguise, who know the K-Dog, Kano, the neighborhood Plato,
With my rage on swo, adept of the Gung Ho 'gainst dim hoes and wasted putos squanderin' they lives,
With no vives, takin' head-dives with no strives for better, but for them this is just another dead letter,
Sems to me they got a crater for brains, my cries are in vain, thank God I'm insane and that I've grown immune to pain or my mind would be crusted cuz of the moralizer mission I've been entrusted.
Can't help but feel disgusted by these dumb fags 'n' bitches wanting to get fast from rags to riches, they leaches... my mindset is gloomy, exactly like Nietzsche's
The world ditches my thoughts, she likes me not, that's why I feel enraged a lot, I keep feelin' frustrated and encaged a lot, smothered by restrictions,
Society sent me a notice for eviction cuz of my addiction to think, I suppose-a. My palette of constriction is a mendosa,
I aim to know freedom, just like Spinoza. My gaffled crib just seems to me like a broken down menagerie,
So I hit the streets most regularly, in the hood I feel unleashed habitually. I'm so fuckin' weary of mendacious motherfuckers,
Sackchasers and phony dicksuckers, and especially male sluts, like R&B artists, asspuckers
If I'd have lead a happy life, it'd have been dull, bad, now I'd be like they all, mad, I'd fall and give head to an overappreciated gnat
What an age band of rats: club going and nuttin' else absolutely, total futility indubitably,
A life on the payroll of inanity, serving the higher purpose of superficiality, I'd mime pity
But I'm too uncouth for amiability, see? Gotta spree my guts and a rhyme at the same time,
Don't tell me you don't got the same outlook as mine... Anyway, my main trait is charity, so... fuck y'all who don't agree!
And yeah, I made that oxymoron intentionally.
Peace...........

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KANO

To be a wolf, it doesn't suffice to run with the pack

K-DOG