Rain - Homeboy Sandman

Change the world, change the world, change the world

Whats up with all these Blonde sistas?

I pay my regards to only God’s whispers

Because of that I’m calm

Playing cards with Boa Constrictors

I come from a star in the wrong system

The victors are all victims

Afflictions grow strong tryna solve symptoms

The head of the class walk the path of the last pharaohs

And carry the flag for the past, but the path narrows

The titans that clashed in the slums while they cast arrows

Were turned into giants by the sun as it cast shadows

I gathered my scars in the same battles

I swam in the same channels

With rather be slain then enslaved mammals

For some all the world is a stage with a stage manager

Others the world is a cage, hear the cage rattle

Complaining is played as a babe’s rattle

I step to the plate like I’m Babe or Mantle, the babe that became adult

Want every platoon on the hunt, without a plaid flannel

Whatever buffoon wanna front getting manhandled

The rain isn’t stuck on the way that it drops

The waves gonna welcome the rain

A girl with a fat booty that hardly can act in a whack movie

That hardly could rap trying to rap to me

That hardly could scratch tryna' mix records

That hardly had tracks, maybe six records

They ain’t eighty six cause she look sick nekkid

She pouting her lips every six seconds

Promoters appraise like they playing checkers for who gonna take seconds

As sorcerers wait till they waive censors

We waiting to wave scepters

And showing our fangs, who’s afraid or spectres?

The colors I wave wouldn’t save in spectrums

We ain’t even pay attention

We shoulder the weight, it ain’t worth paying mention

Don’t run with a dame cause a dame’s fetching

We run with a dame cause her profession is playing her position

I’m not talking about hoes or staying home in the kitchen

I’m talking about queens, homey those different, they roll for the whole mission

My mrs ain’t submissive

A leader, I don’t need her to do my dishes I need her to do my stitches

The rain isn’t stuck on the way that it drops

The waves gonna welcome the rain

Don’t ask me why my garb regal

Defiers of odds seen as odd people

They swarm on the swans, ducklings

The seagulls on bald eagles

Nobody’d have thought I would thwart evil

I weathered the storm

Fetal, my collar deformed I was born feeble

I made a decision while I’s sitting in the incubator

To never cave in or hesitate to show em what I’m made of

Any plan that was B or C or greater, I’ll see ya later

And lately graduated from alpha male to alpha omega

Neighbors I’ll tell you how to spot a traitor

They answer to ultimatums

They famous for finding something to be afraid of

They buckle, a corrupting for a buck instead of honest labor

Any buck that needs claiming they pass it like a hot potato

That type of success is all accountable to sexual favours

They’ve tasted from strawberry to cherry, all the condom flavours

From Lifestyles of Trojan, play Lifestyles of the Poor and Dangerous

For em, lord it’s like playing a foreign language

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!