Generation Snowflake

"Generation Snowflake"

I don't tiptoe for snowflakes, nor walk on eggshells/
I don't sugarcoat sh**, whether dead or sent jail
If they said it I didn't hear it, if I wrote it, I did/ 
If you hate it so be it, ain't it better than bodies instead 
He's obviously off his rocker, should be off with his head/
Best make sure his coffee's a Mocha, & he's properly fed
He never heard his father, or what authority said/
Until somebody hurt his father, & put him in a hospital bed 
Now in a hospital bed, cuffed up is where he lies/
Repeatedly fed meds like they repeatedly fed lies
Just two red eyes & a grin, written down, rhymed sins/
All his life he's had beef with the same line, same skin
Now what he rhymes could get him, more time back inside/
Like he didn't needed committing, the day rap music died
Wish he could take it back to 2.5, when this rap was alive/
Wishing he could bring back 2pac, so rap would a survived. 

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