Blurred Vision, Pt. 1

I'm against everything that they suggest Speak outta the side of necks The only packages they flip Are on the conveyor belt at FedEx And that's good Why they talk so much about drugs anyway Iron-Contra, Reagan and the CIA Contributed heavily to our neighborhoods' decay And what they say Sound tough Talk of automatic pistols And sawed-off shotguns Pumps But What they don't tell Is The absence of mail Checking their mailbox Salty as hell Kids Hungry They spent the money Lied They never sent the money Cried Got the nerve to spit these sunny Bubbly Dance tracks Or maybe it's the fake thugs With this studio gangster rap Never been in the trap And if they have It's a gag how the 12 watch They brag Claim to have bags But they cannot do math Hustling backwards Like filling your pockets with cactuses Or catfish Blurred Vision I can't see it through your eyes But I can see Right through those lies Blurred Vision I can't see it through your eyes But I can see Right through those lies What am I missing What am I missing Blurred Vision I though that maybe I should write more After so many years I wonder what a I write for Sometimes This life is like war Not easy To multiply Every dollar that I fight for Even if I lose I got to fight more Nobody's letting up My lady Telling me to level up Cold world I keep a pistol tucked Prayers for the good guys Who never ran a muck The friends that you can trust Family keep you in the clutch Enemies that'll get you touched Dark days I used to cry Clutching on the cheapest liquor First time I smiled When I found out The KKK was the niggers And started picturing my dreams different Blurred Vision I can't see it through your eyes But I can see Right through those lies Blurred Vision I can't see it through your eyes But I can see Right through those lies What am I missing What am I missing Blurred Vision