This is dedicated to the person who just fired a shot outside my home....

MISTA DRUG LORD
mista drug lord
creaming off a crop
corrupting us
into your ways
selling poison
to young minds
doped up
fucked up
selfish
for greed
for power
for money
starve them
only to come
with a bank number
to save them
you don't know how
to build
only how to destroy
only how to kill
preying on the sad
and insecure
the dumb
and niavethe desparate
and the poor
you livin' in a plastic world
full of illusions
full of your delusions
about yourself
put a gun in your hand
you feel big
about that?
stuff your pocket
with dollar bills
blood on that money
you feel right
about that?
man
big, bad dope man
that's the only way
you know to be a man?
better to live soft
than right
mista Drug King
gang banger
sittin' pretty and high
on the top of the garbage
you sell
but money can't buy you
pride nor diginity
those things you
gonna have to work for...