Conceived by a black panther
daddy unknown he's a phantom
little boy innocent
but innocence here will get you killed
so you dry your tears, you tough up
clench your fists, belt a Glock
you have to swim or you will sink
another dead homie just got inked
on the scars of your bulleted body
if only God could judge
no life would ever be unworthy
This thug life experience
is the government's indifference
so you take a book lift up your pen
rhyme the words in order to tell
the hoods are authorities' waste bin
Liquor and guns available on every corner
cops munchin' whilst you kill each other
they won't stop until no colour is left
jailing you yet they get away with life theft
Muzzle off, you're breaking the silence
spitting words like an urban counselor,
tried to shoot you but they missed
loaded your songs for poetic justice
'disrespecting' says the supremacist settler state
but a newborn child doesn't feel no hate
it looks at the world with loving eyes
but good don't pay and so it dies
With the rising comes the fame
now all G's know your name
honest weight crushes sensitive toes
once your friends now they're foes
even you now are hating
but that hate got you wasting
and the homies you could trust
made you do time cuz of their lust
too caught up to stand up
just a boy at the gates of manhood
For your community you came through
couldn't have that so they smoked you
now it's 2020 and we got Beats
but still they treat all like beasts
I see the news and its killing me
in the land of the brave none are free
MotherHustler
