i write rhymes as if i ran out of time, but the clock ticks waiting for the day i shine, i am all over the place in dc right now, four years later i'm gon' get out, cause the cops harass me, try to blast me sayin that i drive so fastly, though they the ones that be past me,it don't make no sense g, but it does make cents see, a conspiracy between five-oh and geico, my plate number on the dash sayin i'm psycho, but it's all lies, i tell you it's all lies, if the truth could be hidden it could be found inside, the precint you know it ain't decent, so much dirt on they shoulders they even makin me stink, it's a bee sting, they call it a hive, they see everything, each one got over a thousand eyes, looking over the good citizens that populate these streets, but they the ones that be bringin the heat, cause if it don't make dollars it don't make sense, if you don't see the truth put on a contact lens

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