City Blues (Remix)

Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
I modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game, yeah
It's hard chilling with n!ggas who only talk about b!tches and never 'bout business
Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved
Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism, of course
Bragging 'bout who they piped down in highschool, fool
What about right now?
Ooh you wanna fight clown?
Want me to put the mic down
And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete
Just beyond God's reach?
So tell me what's next?
Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed
Still interrogating myself
Tell me, how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells?
You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect
The pen was the murder weapon
The muse, the Weeping Woman
Still tryna paint Pica3so circa 1937, it's true
I'm just paying my dues and my dudes
You out preeing my moves
I'm focused on my own two, and keep
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true (Hey)
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your work
I modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game
You wanna know why I'm happy, I'm still alive, n!gga
'Bout 4 or 5 times, I should've died, n!gga
You see the pain when you look into my eyes
Made it to 39, I guess my grandmama lie
She said I'll never make it to see 21
My brother didn't, listen this is where the Henny come
17 he was everything I wanted to be
I watched the devil take his life right in front of me
I feel strong but I'm breaking down underneath
In Compton you ain't gotta be the klan to lay up on the sheets
A dead body, that's somethin' to see
How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hunnid deep
I watched Bobby get shot in his face
I seen li'l Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist
These eyes, these skies
Where the fxck do n!ggas go when we die?
Oh-oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh-oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Walking through the grocery store the other day
I ran into Taneisha, she was happy to see my face
Let me tell you 'bout faith
We was 16, tenth grade, murder was the case
She was datin' Chico, we was at my grandmama place
It was me, Taneisha, Chico, Dan and lil' Trey
We was drinkin', smokin', I fell asleep
I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha scream and so I peeped
In the bathroom door, Chico was just wathcin' her
While Dan and lil' Trey was climbin' on top of her
So I went and grabbed my pops gun
And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts, if you ain't got none
I cocked that b!tch, then I popped
Everybody froze, then the n!gga Trey dropped son
I shot my own homie in the grapes, I just couldn't let T get raped
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true