Showing love to all the greats
Better late than too late
Better mixed than straight
Better to show love than hate
Taking shots at them is taking shots at me
Responding with poetry
Drinking till it’s hard to see
You haters don’t want none of me
Rhyming about being faded and black
Rhyming about everything you want me to take back
My mom like, “Chris don’t talk like that”
But I’m not here for lies
I only care about fact
Don’t have a lot of friends
So I hold on to the ones that come around
Don’t have a lot of supporters
So I love the ones that hold me down