I Got You Unkle Adams

I guess it’s time to write another song about this
People judgin’ other people by their outfits
The realest rapper you know soon as the drums hit
It’s my desire inspire and uplift
Those who wrong you do nothing’ to them
The hate they spew will circle back to them
Ironically it will destroy and consume them
Cause hate breeds hate violence and contusions
It’s a pollution a sickening sickness
To prey on the weakness of innocent victims
There will come a time when they seek your forgiveness
A time when their minds are guilt ridden and sleepless
I speak this truth for the broken souls
Across the globe that feel they have no control
And that escaping their fate is impossible
Remember the monster dies if the closet’s closed

I GOT YOU
I will never let you fall
Because I WANT TO
See you keep walking tall
So if THEY BREAK YOU
Down then they’ve got to go
Because THE MONSTER
Dies when the closet’s closed
Dies when the closet’s closed