Mainstream

Revolutionary, scary Thought provoking, spoken Words of a chain I don't feel but I see Visions from me At twenty three making us free in my community One day is what I live for Ain't thinking about no hope no more I got my boots I kick it till I get with Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade I know its through them plenty figures Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side Up in they rides Looking cleaner then I seen them the last time Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking G's In the South Indies My nigga them folks riding bicycles among vehicles Off in the hood Knowing each and every nigga sellin', but can you blame The fact the only way a brother can survive the game The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings In fair times so writing rhymes It ain't just the police We kill each other just lost another brother Fast living will get you took Thinking it can't happen to you and then it do Off crooked schemes its just a dream Floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream They swan divin' Fit they name be thrashing an album Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened? Be rhymin' catching the day when the recipe calls for black and Wrong ingredients Maybe too much herbs and spices Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish Southern greens and this entice them how them joke the same So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta My alta mater be that I follow I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow I hope you vomit, won't call no names cause that's not my job It just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are But if you don't you never will, you just receive the steel But then it might get ugly cause trust me niggas do feel The way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus We kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers Face down, face down, face down Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live When you was hungry, fed you a hot meal, look at the hand you deal Me crud ball business giving niggas inches so here, take a foot Luck only counts in rabbit's feet and horseshoes Experience is sometimes the best teacher until we get our own plate I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours Process momma moping like Jerry Meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over greenery Never to obtain another level of con-science Only to test, to poke and see Why laying here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed ? with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny But a missile will take it all the way just as quick as you can say I wish I never did what I did now face this bid It was the company you kept, the many places you slept When you shouldn't have, geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap Contributing to sin and your nigga bitch in the court showing paper thin Got you niggas where they want you again Floating face down in the mainstream That's why, that's why, that's why Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream Everybody's a player, rubbing them Kangols on their head Thinking its all about your clothes, nigga its all about your self The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head To dicks oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery You know the history about this clique bitch Oh, what, you want me to call you slut? Then why you fucking all them niggas letting them all up in your guts But see that AIDS I'm afraid that's why I play the quiet role I lay in the cut, every month thinking I'll let that fire roll Like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even My partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven In the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits In the mix flowing like some motherfucking swordfish Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream