Inheritance


Where the hell is my inheritance?
I look around trying to figure out where it went
Im trying to make it; my life is like an experiment
Never had a hero, Im out here selling heroine
Where the hell is my inheritance?
Give me my forty acres and mules!
Screw promises, I should start breaking the rules
Run down on the Natives, catch them while they’re shaping their tools;
Grab America around it throat and start taking its Jewels (jews)
This ain’t hatred I spew
It’s more of a family dispute
Except the activist ain’t active unless their face is in the news
That’s why I asked god before I took my place in the pews...
Where the hell is my inheritance?
Freedom of speech?
Even freedom ain’t free
I have to stare between the lies
I read them and weap
It’s a cold world; that’s why they say they needed a sheet
And it’s a slaughter for anyone who tries leading the sheep.
I’ll cut off their legs; tell me who I need to defeat
Is there an option? They ask me why I’m leaving the streets
I could talk money but I promise my discussions are weak
And if I sold beats I wonder what percussion’s i’d Reap
F the world, man I even cuss in my sleep
Timberland boots, yea I used to customize wheats
Even my cousins will speak about the customs I keep
So accustomed to seeing guns I hear the drums in my sleep
Where the hell is my inheritance?
I look around trying to figure out where it went
I’m trying to make it, my life is like an experiment
Never had a hero
I’m out here selling heroine

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we who are considered poor would be ahead in life if we received what was owed to us