No Empathy for the Death of Me

No empathy for the death of me

yet still
They say why wont he be like me?

But they dont see
they see
through a black and white screen

meanwhile my visions twenty twenty- HD- clearly

so listen up and hear me

when I say there will never be another like me
no
    not nearly

yall ignorant to the way IM figurin' so don't discourage or I promise personally you will pay dearly

I am not cheery-

     and I aint tryna be no charity for shit that just isnt me or my family's problem to defend

why? Because what about when I was struggling to get up?-aint no motherfuckers in their MOTHER gave a fuck then!

They say why wont he be like me?
    
      Meanwhile
      
           he sits beguiled

      at the wild of the otherly styled
    
          he's profiled

in with the riff raff
 
           he is piled
        
so he taketh up the zig zag

      to toketh up... to stay mild

growin up in his childhood?-shit  he was the states child

illegal child labor

and yet the state makes billions off of teenage drug busts and undercover cop favors

They say why wont he be like me?

Shit even he

asks himself this question poetically

pathologically and yet oh so readily

fighting depression, recession, aggression and what else not to mention respectively

because hes too pissed at the world to die, no fight, so he gonna sharpen up his inner animals claws

bite back like jaws
and still be happy

straight up, fuck the laws