My Folx Weapons of Mass Creation

Intro

Naps:
Spread too thin (spread too thin)
Winded (winded)
Look at the look
Look a the look
Look at the mess you're in

Hook:

My kin (my kin)
My folx (my folx)
My home my own I don't gotta be alone
But I'm careful bout the energy I put into my zone
Own up it's on us
Tell me who else goin hit you with that love
Tell me who else goin hit you with that love
Tell me who else goin hit you with that love


Solitude:
Uh I'm chilling
Dreads on heads Pro clubs steadily fitted
We control our own we so divine
Peace of mind I reach inside to find
Like Ooh dreaming to go high
The feeling is so fine get rich or die tryin'
Fuck the police killing the vibe
Like Trayvon days gone but we're willing die
Lifted with pride emancipated the mind
Like Etta James, at last, it's our time
Nike's fitted Heartbeat to the rhythm
Fuck the superstition All our people in prisons
So goin fight and post up tonight Swigging
Peace to the women in my life chilling
In the sunshine lifted by the rhymes, I'm spitting
Till I find my vision it's still fuck the system