quality?

god damn none of this is quality
makes me wanna slap psychology
got me thinkin all the time
thinkin, thinkin, always in rhyme
beat you down with words
life you up with verbs
so act, work, change and improve
at the very least start to move

feel the beat risin from the floor
pulls you off your ass, out the door
couplets of grace, words like silk
taste as good as momma's milk

gotta keep spittin my truth till i die
never hit a woman, never spit a lie
my words gonna slay opression
kill depression
stop the stressin
they distressin
i ain't messin
hear the lesson