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I'm beyond bars, or at least outside under the eye of the overseer. I'm piped up like club drugs consumed by all my peers. I'm out here living young and unrepentant, a perpetual piece of every problem that I aint wearing like a pendant. But if I'm moving loud to pay my student loans, I'm still a dependent, so am I poppin? Am I really even poppin??? Reup, can't get fucked up enough. Why pay to pipe the drug and not get paid to play the plug? Success and stomach acid sting a nigga tongue the same. You sell 4oz in 1 day you can tell me that crime don't pay. Don't tell me youíll change someday and in the meantime act the same way. Don't fix yr mouth to lie to my face to try to force me out of feeling played. Actions get explained away, so I'm gonna shut the fuck up, just in case. There's a benefit gig for nobody, raising residue of middle-class money. Could we send those stacks back to the past in neat packs and put them underneath the feet of everybody lynched so they can catch their breath at last? They swing in my mind, singing out across time, sounding off like windchimes, our bloodlines hung from pines burning brighter than the fires behind the bluest eye.