Rather Seen - Bambu

The battle field line is razor thin

Only take a second to pop a weapon

I’ll blow the house down, walls caving in

And if I’m so hot then why I’m not making ends?

Cause I’m making progress, still drunk off an 1/8th of Hen'

I’m just like you, hollow tips in my rifle

I don’t bang to bang, I bang for survival

We not orangutans, we lions and tigers

My people’s locked up from San Quinton to Rikkers

So, give us free

The rebels still shine through me

These crackers is crooked, like cracks in the street

I’m back looking like Tookie, I’ll fracture the beat

Kindergarten Cop governor, I laugh when he speak, ha

Let’s get serious, conspiracy theorist say it’s over in 2012

They wrote it on the pyramids

So let’s get it, before they get us

Arm full of scriptures and still don’t even get the picture

They’d rather see me in a box (locked)

Rather see me in a box (dropped)

Six feet down (six feet down)

Get down L. A

We get’s down The Bay

They get’s down N. Y

They get’s down in the Chi'

They get down A.T.L

They get’s down in the fields

We get down

(Six feet down)

I write raps for the brokest motherfucker in the room

The dude, who leave my show to a fridge with no food

Wanna rob the local liquor store but got no tool

Can’t get a job cause his resume ain’t got no school

Oh you so funny Bambu you crazy

Your girlfriend got bleach blond hair, she’s shady

Malcolm, Martin, spark with no warning

Fuck a house pet, so long as children is starving

The alarm is not alarming so it shouldn’t be foreign

When a child don’t eat and the big homie go and arm 'em

Till then, we just keep rapping over drum loops

Nick James, make that thing bang like porn stars do

Cars do donuts and low riders go up

And west coast heads yell «fuck you holmes» when cops show up

Roll up another, watch the ashes on my diamond tee

The blogs keep buzzing while pigs try and silence me

I rap for the people that’s appointed pall bearers

They bury your homie 'round every fall semester

Still go to school getting A’s all clever

But B’s and C’s creep up in all weather

Mama’s up late, praying we don’t fall never

But that’s the inevitable, spots is available

At forest lawn every plot is re-sellable

Read a eulogy, every stories re-tellable

Obituaries in the box

Next to a gun and a knot

You are not about to be the next one

See you shot people in the pen mixing Top Ramen

Make a ho spread, drink pruno till you vomit

I’m just like y’all, we got something in common

I dedicate you everywhere, really that’s a promise

With family locked up and your father’s gone

Then we just alike, we can share this song