Slippery Slope

Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses
 I hope that what I see is only make-believe
 Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses
 
 I watch the cats watch the mice
 Hit the weed 'til both legs fell asleep
 I'm not really there, fuck you gon' tell me?
 High and out of it, admittedly its own form of cowardice
 But yo, at six afro pick with the black power fist
 Corduroys and a turtleneck, I could've took your (unnecessary)
 Thirteen with the Malcom X hat, come on, man
 I invented bein' black, my skin was matte
 Carte blanche, I skipped the daps
 To-do list pristine, once your name on the list, the light's green
 Peeled out the impounded Christine
 I remember when whites used to come to the hood
 Ask random black strangers for drugs
 Shrug, wistful look in the eye, blinkin' hard
 Like those was the days, blood
 Outside agitator, I get your natives worked up
 Women shimmin' out they burqas turnt up
 Sons turnt gay, dad like what the fuck?
 I don't want trouble mister, I'm just tryna turn a buck
 And it's sundown out by sun up
 This why I pack light, bag of tricks tied up tight
 Bindle on a stick, flophouse flea bit
 Still sleepin', daytime's for twits
 While I was getting jumped, kept track of who got which licks
 Stop, stop hittin' him
 That's mean
 Yeah
 I was supposed to stop drinkin' this month
 Ain't seen a break since Tiger's last fist pump
 My clothes is feelin' tight like a kid's bunk
 Bed, I'ma dress like Alvin and the Chipmunks
 A long ass gown and red snapback
 I'm lookin' all abstract and half Bohemian
 The divine geometry of an afro's median
 And other shit I retrofit meanings for later
 This hat for instance I found in a meteor crater
 I was teachin' my kid how Ben Franklin made kites fly
 Saw a bright white light appear in the night sky
 My son's gonna feel free to be as weird as a white guy
 But probably won't have the wealth to farm cucumbers
 But probably by that time you can farm through Tumblr
 Like, on the website you could, like grow shit right there
 Listen
 I'm so ebbed into stylin' that's wilder than cold lampin'
 While it's Flava Flav ain't behave like no trampin'
 Holdin' hate talkin' Golden State ain't no champin' (Trash)
 Hood people talkin' good we gon' go campin' (I'm good)
 All the unseen and in my case quason sun gleamin'
 Vex spinnin' the ex intended for puns meanin'
 Phonics on some black as Onyx word to Sonny Seeza
 Lookin' down the barrel of life like gun' cleanin'
 On some ready to shoot jack, I'm through the night
 Booky and dodgin' heavy pursuit crack a move gets tight rookien
 Order stop, call the cops when they lack reason
 And other than when a brother offends for black breathin'
 As I hope for better options, but stay with my Listerine
 And keep it Otis Redding, Dock of the Bay type whistle cleanin'
 It could make you wanna kill a man
 If I'm real bein' shit's demeanin'
 Ya think you know what I'm meanin'?