Acid Rain

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 Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
 Wore my jacket as a cape and my umbrella as a cane
 The richest man rocks the snatchless necklace
 Spineless bitches in backless dresses
 Wore my feelings on my sleeveless
 My weed's seedless, my tree's leafless
 I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses
 And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus
 Before I believed in not believing in
 Yeah, I inhale, who believed in me not breathing in?
 Cigarette-stained smile, all covered in sin
 My big homie died young, just turned older than him
 I've seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
 He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways
 I trip to make the fall shorter
 Fourth quarter was just a tall order
 And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
 As of late, all my verses seem not so verse-y
 And all my words just mean controversy
 Took the team up off my back like, "That's not your jersey?"
 Stressing, pulling my hair out, hoping I don't get picked
 All this medicine in me, hoping I don't get sick
 Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich
 'Cause niggas still getting bodied for phones
 Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
 Sometimes the lies get millions of views
 Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you?
 From your cubicle, desktop, what a beautiful view
 I think love is beautiful, too
 Building forts from broken dams
 What a hoover could do
 For future hoopers dead from Rugers
 Shooting through the empty alley
 Could've threw him an alley-oop
 Helping him do good in school
 Damn, that acid burn when it clean ya
 I still miss being a seer
 And performing at all those open mic events
 Ice goals, eyes closed, seeing arenas
 And I still get jealous of Vic
 And Vic still jealous of me
 But if you touch my brother
 All that anti-violence shit goes out the window
 Along with you and the rest of your team
 Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
 I only stop by to look through ya
 And I'm only getting greedier
 And I'm still Mr. YOUmedia
 And I still can't find talent
 And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck
 Mom still thinks I should go back to school
 And Justin still think I'm good enough
 And Mama Jan still don't take her meds
 And I still be asking God to show his face
 And I still be asking God to show his face
 I am a new man
 I am sanctified
 Oh, I am holy
 I have been baptized
 I have been born again
 I am the white light
 Rain, rain, don't go away