My Move

The anger that I got in my heart, there ain't no taming it

You claiming that you're real, but you're not, I had enough of it

I wish you paid attention in class, got no intelligence

Got nothing left to give you but laughs and my condolences

Killing your career and trust there won't be witnesses

You haven't earned your spot, so I'm about to drop evictions

My mission is to end all the hurt and false religions

While we're closing down the system and all the black prisons

To all the crime victims that haven't received justice

All the ghost fathers and all the struggling mothers

This isn't just a song, I truly started from the bottom

Got million different problems, He the only one to solve'em