Blurred Vision, Pt. 1 Lyrics

I'm against everything that they suggest

Speak outta the side of necks

The only packages they flip

Are on the conveyor belt at FedEx

And that's good

Why they talk so much about drugs anyway

Iron-Contra, Reagan and the CIA

Contributed heavily to our neighborhoods' decay

And what they say

Sound tough

Talk of automatic pistols

And sawed-off shotguns

Pumps

But

What they don't tell

Is

The absence of mail

Checking their mailbox

Salty as hell

Kids

Hungry

They spent the money

Lied

They never sent the money

Cried

Got the nerve to spit these sunny

Bubbly

Dance tracks

Or maybe it's the fake thugs

With this studio gangster rap

Never been in the trap

And if they have

It's a gag how the 12 watch

They brag

Claim to have bags

But they cannot do math

Hustling backwards

Like filling your pockets with cactuses

Or catfish

Blurred Vision

I can't see it through your eyes

But I can see

Right through those lies

Blurred Vision

I can't see it through your eyes

But I can see

Right through those lies

What am I missing

What am I missing

Blurred Vision

I though that maybe

I should write more

After so many years

I wonder what a I write for

Sometimes

This life is like war

Not easy

To multiply

Every dollar that I fight for

Even if I lose

I got to fight more

Nobody's letting up

My lady

Telling me to level up

Cold world

I keep a pistol tucked

Prayers for the good guys

Who never ran a muck

The friends that you can trust

Family keep you in the clutch

Enemies that'll get you touched

Dark days

I used to cry

Clutching on the cheapest liquor

First time I smiled

When I found out

The KKK was the niggers

And started picturing my dreams different

Blurred Vision

I can't see it through your eyes

But I can see

Right through those lies

Blurred Vision

I can't see it through your eyes

But I can see

Right through those lies

What am I missing

What am I missing

Blurred Vision