Two-4 (Intro)

Nothing about what I see makes me want it more

They praise the high while I just get high and read the lores

Respect what's around you protect what's yours

Tend to your own garden don't focus on fickle scores

They create the riddles to open doors what's it for

To create the gaps and traps to keep us poor

Those who fend for themselves they call us all whores

They eat the privilege then they leave us all to do the chores

But watch them come for me when i just cause I speak

I still get dreams of being murdered in my sleep

Though I'm far from where I came from

See The scars from where I got my name from