Word From The Wise

You ever put your hands on a woman We light ya soul up Mans tried to wrestle with fate And got turned to gold dust Seeing how you slither through rooms Looking like cobras Knowing I can't mess with ya energy Hope you slow up Looking at the squad You know the gods gotta go up Always keep my eyes on the task And remain focused People say they want to chase they dreams Well what's the hold up Do it for the youngings Who ain't get a chance to grow up Dollar after dollar Comma after comma Women get famous for fucking on camera Like Esperanza They sent kids down the wrong path Since they was toddlers And brothers get extended sentences For flipping skama Damn the world fucked I had to do an atlas to the atlas Pick the world up Gotta put a pause on the flaws That they spurl up Gotta try to land on your feet Where they hurl us Always have a ball but dog You know we never curl up Moving through the game You gotta pay attention Moving through the lane You gotta pay attention Moving through this thang You gotta pay attention Hmph You gotta pay attention Just cause you family don't Mean that you family, don't forget that I heard he talking shit Don't be surprised by the get back I know some cats who bring that blickkack To your kickback Move foul and get a tech shot To your six pack