Lyrics:
dreams
Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization
I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth
The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded
bless
Tied together by a loose thread
Awkward, insane, and senseless
What happened on Scabiosa Street?
She corners you and asks you your motives
Didn't
true?
If we are living in damnation,
I'd live in hell to be with you, what more can I do?
I gotta violent streak caused by
We're getting uptight,
live channel number 2
My momma told me sideways
I would have to get outside find my place
My momma shares my migraines
Look too hard at me might get
collapsin'
And your passion keep you building, why you crackin'
Well my friend, you'd never live
Well my friend, you'd never live
If you never loved
dread niggas who think they mean something
This is Exodust the movement
You don't know by now I guess you playing stupid
A bunch of live niggas, spitting
hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got
you i was grinding with out nothing
I did it by myself a half of ball and an onion
My youngins in the streets hope you niggas make it out
Its all love
ourselves
So don't mind me if I repeat myself
These simple lines be good for your health
To keep them crime rhymes on the shelf
Live love life like you
Watching the years go by
I know it's not the same now
But still we gotta try
To take the bullshit
We still get by
And every day we wait
Another
dwells
Fighting, destroying – believer of mankind
Crushing, enslaving – faith to the blind
Escaping the thruth – slaying down your dreams
Deranged by
as fakes,
For those who stuck by me over time I put yours over mine,
Don't have to speak your names you know my mind,
In this simple game of respect it's
simple as one, two, three
Because you want my blood to cripple in the street
At the end, why we’re doing this for?
I just hope it makes sense if I wake up
Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
simple lives
They had wonderful natures were never impolite
Up until the day the Juju Man came to town
Check it out as I break it down
Misses Lekkerlegs
surface, and this feeling is so unnatural
14 years done flew by, with many sighs
I'm out to let yall know, that I still gotta killa drive
I was raised
respect your system
We living in hell
I won't protect your system
I'll never wish you well
Our programs are mind control
I knew this at 9 years old
Now I’m
years old, and live in Tennessee,
His father profiled to be sippin on Hennessy,
He called me late, saying hey auntie I love you,
Just in case anything
girl dies, what crosses my mind
She's less than 8 years old, and live in New Orleans
Her mother profiled to be the least respected being
She called me
niggas, when its pressure you gone run and hide
You ain't never know, 4 years I been homeless right
Sleeping in my car, gun close, and i grip tight
Fighting
is up so I'm handling business
Gotta get my people out the streets we been through hell I need a witness
My guy was fighting case to case I know he
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