Pretending to be gangstas,
Appearing to praise God,
How many are really righteous?
You just look kinda odd.
The truth and facts?
More like humiliation acts.
Know them by their fruits,
Most actions don't compute.
Shallow words I can't take,
All these rappers are fake.
Just throw beats on now,
Who praises a cash cow?
Use discernment for your own betterment,
Guess this is just a small but concise vent.
Watch what lifestyle they promote,
Their wet lies could sink a large boat.
Duality shown on album covers,
Trying to make fun out of us.
Joking when you rumble them,
Most are Freemason men.
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Comments1
I don't know many - any? - rappers. lol.
Better off lol
Who are these people?! lol.
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