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Believe Me

Officer, I’m begging you to believe

That never ever have I smoked weed

And please do not tell me that I have to leave

I need to stay in school and continue to read

Picture if you were me

Where everyone believes that you have a baby

By the time you reach the age of a teen

And the only question they ask is if you crip or bleed

But what if that’s not the case

Up my sleeve, I think I have an ace

That can answer the problems that all people face

No matter the skin color, no matter the race

It doesn’t involve mixing baking soda

Or shooting a brother just cause somebody told ya

Or shooting a ball because that’s how they coached ya

Or rapping like Chief Keef, King Sosa.

It’s called education

No matter what you do that should be the foundation
You won’t need a welfare donation

You can live your life and even vacation

I now see some police

Some start riots instead of keeping the peace

That’s the difference between them and me

I see a few bad apples not a whole tree

Some will cause my parents grief

By killing me, by killing me

Like Eric Garner

I cannot breath

But I promise I will garner my responsibilities

I want to succeed

No, I have to succeed

My life will not end at 23

I will beat that expectancy

And have children to carry my legacy
But, Officer, it’s not my weed.

Officer it’s not my weed.