Ghetto Speak

From a land that far too well comprehends universal madness

Not too far from the symbolic architecture that masks it

But all is fair, I guess

'Cause broken glass, cherry blossoms and bullet fragments

Don't look as fantastic on the pamphlet, yeah

Let me land, though, let me land

Yeah, I welcome premature jokes, I'm a last laugh enthusiast

My wrath 'bout to start

This your last time to show me how we doing

How you moving? What we doing? Are we doing this?

You tryin' to outclass, you gonna found out who the truant is

Nosy little boy, I be hot, tryin' to be cool with us

Dap us and move along, my temperature's doin' too much

I'm out in London on the humble, trying not to clutch

My cousin laughed and said, "Man, walk, I got the crutches"

Two sticks can make a fire, show me where the smoke is

I told 'em, show me who gonna match the one holding the torches

Now you said you in the trenches having all the motion

I don't know, but look, to me, that sounds like extortion, mm

But you ain't know that's part of our culture, mm

The politician's just functional smokers, mm

Uh, but who gonna really care

'Cause all the hittas who ain't kidding, over here be kids

Free cars, proceed with caution

Come here for a brunch, might leave here nauseous

Might leave, say, "Aw, shit", thought DC was chocolate

Agree my dog, but it's sweet 'til it's dark here

It's dark here

Been some hard years

Bullet frag', broken glass, cherry blossoms