Act 5: Minute Of Your Time (Words Of The Wise)

[Verse 1]
Ay ay fuck it I'mma rap like this ay ay ay
Go and out on a Rollie for my wrist ay ay ay
Go and pop a Xan maybe 6

Nigga fuck that, bigger fish to fry
Talking gun clapping, nigga you can't go outside
Nigga grim reaper, that's the darkest vibe
Cops will shoot you down you down if you don't comply
If you do comply, you can still die
I'mma need a blessing, that's for real God
Baby daddy missing and it's mamma's cryin'
We incarcerated or we really dyin'?
Niggas we medicate, tired of section 8
Prayin' for better days uh uh
Prayin' with broken faith, then go retaliate, send 'em to heavens gate uh uh
Fuck I look like talkin' 'bout bullshit when it's real shit going outside
Pussy, money, pills all these niggas talk about, but I won't let it blow my high
Real people wanting that real shit, shit that you feel, shit that you deal with, shit that you build with, shit that you heal shit
This is that this is that
This is for love, this for depression
This is for hate, this for progression
This is for lies, this is for truth
This is for you, this is for use, this is for youth