Circumstances

The circumstances don’t call for
Your meaningless bops
The people’s souls need feedin a lot
They hungry and when there’s no crops
They won’t admire the cream that you got
They’ll come and take it
Leave you leakin so their bleedin can stop
It’s real nBA look like rappers’ careers
They stop all in mid-season
And all the sudden all
That big streamin don’t
Seem as important as givin people more hope
Rather know there wasn’t one bead of sweat
I ain’t leave on the floor
So I forego all the horseshit
Cause when it’s 4th quarter all we
Got is who we are
And I won’t ever forfeit and
They won't’ ever forget

And make excuses for rich people so fast, dog
The way parents make excuses for the parts of
The kids they know they passed on
Do we wan be better? If you
Could would you be an oppressor?