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| Trini Laws |

| 6. Self-Inflicted Wound |

Self-Inflicted Wound

This I done to me; let enemies see through-me

But I rep for the wise-but-shy; they speak through me

And the weak, I help rise-and-shine; I’m meek truly

Grown man, in a class-of-kids; I cheat – cruelly.

Each day I wake with aches, no bathing apes; I pray for cake

I kill myself to feed the fam, so no disgrace the day I “wake”

For goodness sake, the righteous suffer; still I’m calm, my hype don’t buffer

Prices rising, life gets tougher; still no school, ain’t that a mother?

Some us, turn upset with God, like we aint cause this shyt ourself

To split our wealth with baby moms, is our fault… shyt ourself

Each thing I pelt, up on a track, is purely crack for those who read

And those indeed are also the ones who know we’ve caused this personal greed

Actions have consequences, and losers sit on the fences

Of consciousness in right or “strong” – only sage will sing along

We knowing what we do is wrong, we still pursue this fiery fate

And deem the good ones to be the bad, and say the happy trynna hate

Like the dime you trynna date, you know you cant afford-her

But you front one day, and beat it; trying to keep-her, gave her a daughter

…one thing you hadn’t thought-of, baby-girl a child-supporter

has no dreams of happy homes, and content for you…support her

you move on and marry, and turn to God, like why the f*ck is life so hard

first of all dog, watch your mouth, but its on you why life went south

so, practice the mantra, no contra but keep guns

cuz the strongest of caliber will rise up on weak ones

sad truth, but we-did-this, kept hitting it, relentless

now the “hole” world “loose” and they’ll never see witness

a fess-up to the mess-up, clowns that play dress-up

I apologize to the ignorant guys for bringing stress up

The best-of…me for the “blinking” but can’t “sleep it”

I spit it…for the nickas who think it but can’t speak it

Assists I provide, I’m Nash; speak foreign to dudes

Night in and out basis, league want me to lose

So muzzle my sound; RESPECT – I expect that I’ll die soon

In a Colorado Quake or a northeast monsoon

Maybe I’ll disappear, maybe I’ll lose my job

Maybe they’ll put me with Crips and holla...”Dudes a Slob!!”

For all the truth I speak, I’m due to peak before my time

The honorable will breach, my brilliance and just creep with nines

I cant say that I’m ready, I can’t say that I’m not

I can’t say that I’m icy, I can’t say that I’m hot

But what I AM, is Trini Laws, I’ll get involved whenever fitting

Never quitting, stay submitting, not “submitting”, ya’ll is kidding

People know my talk is trill, if I’m a bitch, my walk will kill

Cuz a lot of nickas follow…let me lead ya’ll off this hill…

I did this…

Laws