As if, no rights they're bound to respect, is still, a just defense/ In accordance with state laws, it's just a cinch/ To grab whomever, with stores of weapons, and formally lynch/ As if that makes sense, to them it never didn't/ Still kind of doesn't, just look at who represents them/ Still resenting, my presence, just comes with being gifted/ Fearless and indomitable, just comes with being persistent/ Quite unconquerable, to death, I'll be resisting/ Angry, with a vision, refuse to let them miss it/ An outside agitator, I'll give them a new one to be pissed with/ A noose, one to be lifted, just not with me in it/ Not the same as a child, no longer timid/ If anything, I intimidate, strong and black with weight/ Behind my words, and behind the tinted, shades, but police still think I'm shady/ Beneath the shading, the aftermath displays my resolution/ Giving a reason to clock me, a reason to frisk and stop me/ But can't snap flicks and stop me, no, not me/ I'm not knock-kneed, why I'm always on the front line/ Thousands of miles and running, still kind of in my prime/ Seeing death stalk me, soon it'll be my time/ #aaronglover #untitled #part6 #20bars #bars #lyricstogo #lyricism #lyricist #hiphop #rap #writer #aonar #anorator #notarapper #thingsmisterhustleusedtodo
