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a.b. - asthma lyrics

one time, for my people. look

check it

i’m a start like this
develop your mind, you are at risk
if your ignorance is bliss, don’t show it
i’m not a rapper, label me a poet
you know it, poe-it out like ice-tea
my friends say i’m a teenage spike lee
well, i might be, but i’m from new orleans
5 years ago i was on a rooftop
dude next to me & he had 2 glocks
helicopters above ’bout 2 blocks
asked my dad “what we gon’ do now”
he said “don’t ask me boy, ask allah”
wala! right then, came a state trooper
sir, i’m tight, i’m trynna get (looser)luci -fer
forgive me for my blessings
i guess i’m moving in the right direction
…look
are you really there?
& when i pray do you really hear?
my mom said i should live in fear
of something that ain’t visible
…and i ain’t talking ’bout a chemical
i’m from mid-city, what you ain’t know bruh?
protect and serve’s on the hunt like a cobra
you better run when they roll-up
cause cops ride wit’ cake in they car
& i ain’t talkin’ bout a donut
see the upper-cl-ss got next
so they build the condos by the projects
y’all don’t hear me
but if i take it out of context, yall’a feel me
if i’m an actor, your mind’s an emmy
because i just want to capture it
raise your vernaculars’ inaccurate
i’m a regular teen, not an activist
ever since they knocked down my childhood house
upper-cl-ss speak up, but we quiet as a mouse
and it can’t be heard if you don’t open your mouth
& they say money talks, i guess words don’t count
makes me mad cause we feedin’ right into it
say we movin’ out cause the murder rate rising
throwing kids in jail, man it’s amazing
but it ain’t his fault, it’s the people that raised him
…here’s what you do
raise your child proper
cause no baby came out the womb with a chopper
they don’t know how to rip a glock
kids get tatted before they get chicken-pox
i ain’t a ‘a’ student
but i ain’t stupid
i’m just trynna shed light like i’m translucent
in high school i just wanted to be a graduate
and i ain’t want to have to sell ‘caine after it
because i had a hard time learning calculus
my soul is medieval so i’m something like an alchemist
repping for my people i ain’t talking just family
i’m talking bout the whole new orleans you understand me!?
…cause y’all need to develop your mental
instead of attacking with guns, use pencils
and i ain’t talkin bout the og’s in they 20’s & they 30’s
i’m talkin’ 16 years old ridin’ round with herpes
cause y’all my genera -tion
of elders lookin’ at us like we were mistakes and
they say you get a better response when you make sense
so instead of makin’ dollar i’ll make cents(sense)

where’s my asthma pump?

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