Price Tag

You’re the top dog, you think I’m going to let you live
Fuck no-
Now you know
The outcome of my arrival
Survival
And essential to my motherfucking cause
Fuck the laws-
There unwanted like shit-stained draws
Feel the weight-how it’s slowing you down
Now round after round it’s putting you down
Sentenced to death from the moment of my birth
That’s why mama’s heart and pussy still hurt
Grown to manhood years of hurt she suffer
Knowing that I’m annihilating motherfuckers
Motherfuckers are after me like the Matrix Mr. Smith
Trying to give me a Charles Bronson deathwish
Fools will be glad when I’m fashion modeling a bodybag
Because my toe tag will be my personal price tag.