Work in Progress (feat. Truth Be Cold)
Yamin Semali
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Yeah Work in progress, ya'll Bare with us Smoking herbal and blowing circles Nonverbally flirting with skirts, who showing virtue Worthy ones, Proverbs 31, daughters of Zion, some be saying I'm a worldly son But still waters run deep Can't judge a book by its cover, or just the front sheet You at the table feelin content with comments Read a couple chapters first to get the context I walk around with my chest on convex Still humble as a mumble though it ain't that complex Suckas be phoning their rhymes in like bomb threats And got the nerve to wonder why the people ain't respond yet Another pusherman, panhandling projects A profits resolves them to being an object So let me keep it real and let you know I ain't flawless I wanna make a bond this, is part of the process I lied to my mom, ditched dimes at the prom, but never have I stole, or supplied marijuan No coke, no pills, just head show bills, dope skills Ahead of my time, behind on bills, and honestly I ain't even got my mind on mills But I got my biz tight, though so time will tell That's word to my clientel, I rock well Might be the one who g'd off I-R-L Didn't get to divorce you, but you can throw a halo at my horns like horseshoes Cuz now it's your move Don't take it as a sore lose, cuz it's plenty more dude I'm breaking bread with my people, chew your food I turned a new leaf then I twisted it Turned the other cheek and put my dick in it The vag was a masterpiece, a bas relief shaped like rabbit teeth And if you're looking for me You ain't gotta look in the past What the f*ck you gonna see? My hood full of drama like a soap opera I'm trying to break the curse like a witch doctor All I hear is "blocka, blocka" feel it in my chakra Another nigga dead fucking with crooked coppers Better come correct or get the shit knocked out ya Hit em with a couple "hail marys," "our fathers" Used to be afraid of hell but nigga, why bother Ghetto like the wild West, better pack your revolver Can't live like a coward, rather die a martyr Shit, our greatest fear is power, word to Coach Carter They shot my nigga dead over marijuana No paperwork, just sprinkle a little coke on em Youth hurting, just sprinkle a little hope on em Ain't a saint but shit, I'm going to church on em They say the world is for the taking as usual But what profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul You addicted to fast money and rap shows I'm addicted to cheese too, no lactose Black folks, I spit it for my people, you know that though And she say, that's the shit she can't stand Say it one more 'gin, that's the shit she can't stand She say I'm too cold to be considered a human being So pro-black but them threads are European I told her carpe diem Only God can judge me, what the f*ck I call freedom Just a visionary, trying to dodge a cemetary So I gotta come with something revolutionary You know it's necessary just to call it legendary I make em think about Malcolm like it's February
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