Heavy in the game; caught with little change
expressed in rage, engraved in pain bread from the same
growing up with neglected satisfaction running with the older faction
flipping change into chips; balling out and switching up chicks
Damn the games transparent;
Clear like glass, see right through; Invisible ink speaking on empty sheets
Transparent can't you see; the years of unsupported tears
dried with pillow cases waking with sticky faces
from dreams of getting chased by covered faces to hide the fact
against skin they racist
Transparent is the judge for throwing the book
all it took was one swift look