Moral Of The Story

I see them watching from the sidelines trying to emulate

Til we both in the same room and you see they fake

Too busy watching how I do it and what's on my plate

Waiting for the crumbs to fall, from the bread I break

I drop a certain topic they go run and do the same

I see it blatantly and think that shit is fuckin' lame

I know that I inspire you, but bro stay in your lane

I'm cut from from a different cloth no we are not the same

I'm from the borough where the thorough last and over stand

One hand gesture will get you burrowed in the land

Once you cross a certain line you on borrowed time

You the next to die, sorrow, of your momma crying