I’ll Raise You Ten

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I’ll raise you ten

Cause I like to spin my wheel counterclockwise to counter clocks wise enough to know that time has no age

Even youth stages

Euthanasia rages in our races cause black on black crimes might as well be called “assisted suicide”

Which is why I always bet on red, because since when have we able to count on black

Men

Who use their absence As a biological weapon, who pay as much child support to their kid as attention, who’ll take prescribed medical marijuana as rehabilitation and who only open books to make blunts out of narration

I always bet on red, because since when have we able to bend black

Women,

Whose uncles had them naked since they were nine, so that shorties were literally dimesPedophileses would never be charged for their crimes cause it’s back to the grind

Back to the grind

Back to the grind

Girl forget your mind, get on your back and grind

I’ll raise you ten

Cause I like to play my roulette blind, so I keep my gun held to my temple, because god dwells in the space between our ears

Decide now whether you have something to fear, because the minute you stand up to open your mouth and say:

“You underestimated me, you tried to burry me alive and tooth and nail I crawled out of the hell you sent me to. I am here and I am still black–”

They’ll pull the trigger… and writer’s block won’t clot fast enough to stop the blood,

Trust me, I’ve tried it

I’ll raise you ten

Cause society just folded