Waching daily Aug 29 2017

It's almost like we aren't here.

The flats are gone.

Yeah.

And I know damn well that they want it so the blacks are gone.

We're all criminals to them.

In between sky scrapers, making minimum for rent.

Chilling and billing while they keep the prison system...

Fed.

Patrol us.

Surviving lively is our operandi modus.

From the tribe of, 'Alright, now let's focus'.

Expel our demons like expecto patronum.

Respect that we're owning our own destinies.

Rest in peace to Afeni.

Free the poor and jail the leaders.

They lead us onto a path of treachery.

With advanced weaponry and call it security.

It's a joke.

We're as broke as the chains on us.

No more will you take from us.

It's hard living when the place that you're from ain't there anymore.

Feel like I don't care anymore.

Don't know this place.

And we don't care about your real estate.

I'm from a real estate.

I know they want us displaced.

Sometimes I get angry.

I blame them for me not seeing my family that much anymore.

But the walls ain't the same.

Nah.

Twenty years I lived in Maiden Lane and there's never been a marketing suite here before.

Back before, way back.

Back before TOX tags were all over.

I bought posters.

Went to Four Star G in Camden, thought I was a soldier.

That's my ends.

Yeah, yeah.

That's my ends.

I'd like to represent but I can't afford the rent.

Spent time protesting but I got arrested too much for my mind to not find that distressing.

I'm deleting what they taught since freedom's what I bought.

And I ain't going back to court.

Forget what you thought.

In the words of Shakur.

Now I'm mature.

I dropped the Cure.

Stay in tuned for what's in store.

It's hard living when the place that you're from ain't there anymore.

Feel like I don't care anymore. Don't know this place.

And we don't care about your real estate.

I'm from a real estate.

I know they want us displaced.

Maiden Lane, Agar, Peckwater, Somers, Q.C., Cumbo.

Let's take em high, high, high.