Mad in Here - Lucille Crew, Snowflake Black

And yep motherfuckers Is mad here

Shit so live they Wildin' everyday

They trip out douce’n i can’t front cause i be lunching out

On some bullshit too sick

Trapped in the pits with no exit

What a motherpuka Gotta do to exist

No stress with a grip when hell is above

Realz in the midst And the hole below

So can I just stay on my push and go

Pro in the flesh Where I found on my set

Where they do for The death On fret for the assets

At best with the excess

So with madness they found Success

But y’all don’t hear me though

NO

Struggles off the ropes lately

Crazy

Got me shaky

For the 007

It’s the double O stacks

With the Double O brethren

Who found vice In the Vicodin

That Oxycontin got them flying high

On that Xanax Back to my psychosis

It’s That beautiful bliss so pornographic With the Apathy

If I’m a sociopath What could you ask of me

If my ink prints Don’t explain my Agony

Straight jackets For pageantry

If i Slide on leans with it make me a casualty

Spring leaves, burning trees, all the voices in my Head

Fallacies

Well welcome to a madman’s Gallery

Struggles off the ropes lately

Crazy

Got me shaky

Whether a Weather-Man focused his letter-head

Straight on the weight of the Devil that’s overhead

Maybe he cast for the paper — the bread

Not the one that was read but the one in the wallet-stead

Powers of Government hover above

With a reason to say they’re the right ones to judge

Like a bully, a fat-fucker that just won’t budge

And we’ve nudged and we’ve pushed and we’re pullin' the plug

YO FUCK THIS BULLSHIT

Cops steady shooting down people in streets

Fucking choke 'em for loosies and saying the heat of the urban is equal to evil

in speeches

From people like Trump with the Church and the Steeple

So now we just fed up and sick of the hits

So we lurk in disguise

And we rise on the shit what

And we rise on this shit what

Struggles off the ropes lately

Crazy

Got me shaky