Manure

Confidence is the food to a wise man and liquor to a fool
True, I had the jewel since a little bitty yute
The liquor root that grew manuver the manure
The poop, the press, the prob, the prayers, the proof
I shook a loose on everything I thought I knew
Had to unlearn, rewire cause the fires regrew
I've been aloof, I've been alone and now it's time to regroup
Look at the time and rhyming is simple as tying a shoe
They say the devil's in the dirt, I found diamonds
My momma say the devil's in the church but you'd be preaching with the zeal of the converted
Your purpose got a purpose, you been on the search
You've been hurt by people that's been hurt or who could do worse
One person, black man, first earth birth
Evil lurking in the curtain, squirting at your work shirt
It's nowhere- if you undergo the turf
You a cowardly dog I wouldn't encourage it
Certainly pertinent information observing the surface got me berserk
That nigga caught the dirty 30 and he poppin' that Perc
But breaky, lunch, dinner, dessert
But smirch the good name of the family, mom was always at work
He went to rob another robber that got found in the dirt
He got it poppin', shot a cop, the partner thought he was Turk
Google search, a nigga's service was purple
Upper class, middle class, attracted to the bad shit
Runnin' rampant, do you blame it on some rap shit?
It's lies in the library, they cappin' in the captions
Fasten your seat belt, fascism is just a fashion that's formidable for you to walk the hell until your feet melt

Run baby, run baby, run til' they get you
Aww man, they got you, now snap for the picture
All better run 'fore they gun, for they coming for you
Run baby, run baby, better run 'fore they get you
Aw man, they got you, now smile for the picture
Run, better run from they gun 'cause they coming for you, ooh