Looking for a little de-tail {Need A little Clarity} Dropping retail on everything near to me Rare MC Heir, bloodline – of the dusted kings Language of the East Wing What’s a Beast to a Beef Eater A beat – eater The Great Production Hit me up said throw me a Liter So I wrote a story put a ghost in the ETHER Letter reader to the children Look into the lord’s features Beatcha with the four-five beater Throw Peter at ya best re-cei-ver She don’t make it home Now she a believer Painting ‘DIE PIGS’ on the wall of the coll-o-seum Ana mana –PIA (got the keys to the kingdom – and all) (Freedom left from my hope – I couldn’t see ‘em at all) Stumble round humble child couldn’t see in the dark These are the theories you can see in my art The four horsemen of death the IDES of March (The eyes in the park) (That rise in the dark) The broken families (rise) The broken hearts (rise) The guns and bullets Who the fuck done pulled-it Turned a good fucking time Into a another fucking homo-cide Judge and JURY Mathis and Judy Old school Whoppner drop’a GWAP on ya head Pen pals wit Hoffa, Op-tions iSSss, DEAD I work wit knowledge -I don’t fo-llow bread I don’t option head I get props in-stead (FOR-REAL… If its coming to a head I’ma log-a-jam Pile a few grams in a blunt - and then. Call. My. FAM ….I know people – who neva planned for survival ….I know people – who neva planned for survival …..Death show up at night and take ‘em away like nothing ----Away like noth-ing ….Some-body push the but-ton ----Some-body push the but-ton Cause it’s noth-ing left x(4 fast) FOR US Let the saints say A-MEN While the trumpets blow Songs of freedom – sacrilegious Pitching owes out the back of the old Volls I got – a – cold –shoul-der- know some old hoes That’ll come over – run a tongue -ova Ya emotional ass be-fore they ROLLYA O-VA Smoke ALL YO grass Throw ALL YO cash In a Bur-CHA Bag Same Night Same Town (Skirts in Slabs) On the floor at the club – twerking fast You at the house nerves – is – BAD The world is MAD The nights are CO-LDER Why the arm-ies filled with BA-BY SOL-DIERS Same as the hood When you come over Don’t Dilly-Dally Don’t stop and ask At HE-LLO they HAV-YOU Worked for CASK-IT WAIT… It’s not ALL bad IS-IT Met a couple brawds had a cou-ple of drinks CLINKED A COUPLE GLASSES TO-GE-THER You and me for – ever And for-ever is a mighty long time PREACH… ….I don’t think they give a fuck about you or me ….I don’t think they give a fuck about you and me Close the school and lie to the parents Tell ‘em Abdulha need some type of clearance Before he gets on the flight to Pa-ris Careless whispers – check into America They erasing Malcolm and the Panther out – the Hist-O….reee Books ….I know people – who neva planned for survival ….I know people – who neva planned for survival …..Death show up at night and take ‘em away like nothing ----Away like noth-ing ….Some-body push the but-ton ----Some-body push the but-ton Cause it’s noth-ing left x(4 fast) FOR US Put a finger in the air if you about YO paper Haters gone hate go-go see Taylor Major – bop through the hood rocking Cerwin-Vegas Thick white walls and a block sky PA-GER Bubble Goose, Couse-Couse off the Fader Seder – on the High-Holiday – HI – HATER It WAS REVOLVER… I’ll see YA’LL LATER-(den) Re-mem-ber the flow… I’m an ALE-I-EN They don’t want me-at-home….

Still on my B-Boy Each one Teach ONE Still on my B-Boy We-are not D-Coys Arrive at ya Gates Bumping Criminal Minded Like it was 88 Ahh – I know the date a little loose DOE Get loose bang ‘em for 39 Tone Ku-Koc Purple tapes in the case with my nigga LUPA Nigga still copping M-EIGHT But aint PROP-Pin ‘EM Cheeeah – What you know about the Ghetto Boys On the back of the School Bus When Kelly Kell was sharing shots wit all of us And who the best B-Box Is it Douge or BUFF When Ladi Dadi come on at the party We problly turning – UP And I was fucked-up when Murray caught a Bid as MC That’s was like the same shit govment had did to AL-I When a huned miles runn-ing was in ev-ry com-ing The summers was keep me hungry What you know about that Bone EP And Banging BREED while you breeze through City I think it was 86 or Seven The X-Clan had us on the puffy medallions Talking Irreverafrant ICE-T before CO-CO Power cover wit the guns in the PHO-TO Three – the HARD WAY My PO-SSE on BROAD-WAY Look at RAH face What the fuck RAH Say “Musta gotchu too HOT and burned off yo WINGS” Queens Bridge keep on MAKING IT BROOKLYN KEEP ON TAKING IT Check the style on Paper-Thin Tell me any one of these new MC-ESESS Could Mess-wit (the L-Y-T-E) Gizz is chill-in, Milk is chill-in What more could they say Cause they KILL-ED IT Still take a nation a millions I’m copping that black steal-in The hours when shit is real-est I’ma clock-out… Still on my B-Boy Each one Teach ONE Still on my B-Boy We-are not D-Coys Arrive at ya Gates Bumping Criminal Minded Like it was 88

Put some money on my BOOKS While I’m still home And can change where I’m going Put some money on my BOOKS Care about me while we face to face Not after they come and take me away Other place…Put some money on my BOOKS Welcome home Like the sweetest words ever known There are some shorties They daddies ain’t… neva seen ‘em home They wouldn’t know ‘em if they seen ‘em and that shit is wrong But the city don’t give a fuck about-it They running coloreds through the system Like water from Tia-juana If you see me on my-other shit Probably creeping on a come-up The beast walking amongst-us The streets that gave us game Same ones that steal the babies from-us Shotgun kicks inside of momma stomach She watch her fatherless son Grow up to be a monster Lord knows she didn’t want-it Did every-thing to steer him from-it But you know how it GO when it get going Some times when shit on the line Bad bitch-es like - fly cars Shopp-ing trips and fine art Fresh kids and close parks to walk-in {Night-mare – talk-in} From the cradle to the coffin It’s easy to get lost-in When inside of it – how can we stop-it Niggas running round talking Boss-shit Moving bags out they momma closet Still flossing a few pennies short of seeing real money When the jobs didn’t want him And the beater quit run-ning Nobody was seeing noth-ing Graduation is coming Infatuated by fast money They call it a trap – cause they see you com-ing The ones that coulda told-us-that Long gone - no tur-ning-back My turn to the hold the AK And look out the curtain like Malcolm Told ‘em to hurry back Barry Sanders these Jerry Coonies Is hella Strapped- every story is missing facts Forty Acre to four room flats It’s way more important than rap They snatching chains offa old ladies The city is crazy Them niggas is lame and shad-y Tough niggas show up forty deep And STIIIIIL Bust-ing Whose custom is the gun The strongest lobby system Still killing our sons The Uzi weigh a ton Public Enemy (NUMBER ONE) Why in the summer the murder rate Heat up like the season’s sun I need a reason why a color leaves us bleeding When protection from ourselves – was never need-ed (RIGHT) That territory is really only on LOAN un-TIL they need-it So what’s the beef for Poor-Man AND-who really need-it Population control

You used to be mine You used to be You used to be You used to be mine But now you gone Now you gone Now you gone But me I’m just fine Parachutes Sliced bruschetta over almond mouse She caught the last train to El Segundo just a - Pair-a-shoes, short dress, lipstick and a bad mood She tossed her hair in the reflection Of the train car window, the main part of a broken heart Is the PAIN-PART- Fireworks in the same park Paradise by the Dashboard lights, lost nights that became dark Thoughts change to thangs a-part, we need to talk But you not listening It was diff-e-rent, couldn’t end it with a kiss-again Her girlfriend said slip into a warm bath and a glass of wine Said, everything gets better wit a little time And little wine – she was good friend – she mustered a chuckle Then hit END Wonder-in which was the greater SIN Couldn’t bare to pretend – pulling her both ways again The charade of chagrin – curtains closing-in The show is ending, but when it’s all finished Did any of them wishes meeeeean anythiiiiing to anyone? Is there a God listening To little girls prayers or just more fairytales They sell to dumb children? To keep her blind in this wilderness Concubine to towed-lines lower ceilings And punch-lines After time the city sky-line faded she laid her head against The window, closed her eyes and prayed (Simple) God protect me where-ever this train ends - I’m starting-over Starting over –staring over – Staring over he found a letter on the kitchen counter He looked around and knew that soundless Sound of an empty house – he sat his bag down On the couch, open the envelope – a key fell out Sounded on the coffee table – like a whole KEY fell-out Caught by surprise – she said she was happy – Was it lie and why even take the keys If you was bout to leave out on day nine Started with I’m sorry – so-hard to explain I gotta leave you, gotta make a change Lately, I been re-assessing a few thangs Some past choi-ces – I hear voic-es Telling me – how much they’re disappointed All I ever WAN-ted, was to make them proud -See how I’ve be-come a WO-man now Really all it did was keep ya girl RUN-in In and out of everything – including LOVE-in I’m stubborn, yes - but not enough to expect -She signed it with RE-GRETS Two hugs and kisses, he closed the envelope And wondered what he was miss-ing Found himself in the car keys in the ignition Driving WAYY toooo fast for his color in this CIT-Y Arrived at one-fifty – her apartment was empty The neighbors was friendly – hadn’t heard any-thing Said let them know if anything turns up Or if they can do anything else to help He sat on the steps – thought he could retrace her steps Something she said – couldn’t re-mem-ber No flags were RED, palms on his head Sank back in the car – lit up a cig-arette Still no call backs – shit is ridiculous As he pushed through the City His heart was shattered – he couldn’t comprehend God if you listening -I don’t come to you often – But right now I’m so lost, don’t understand How she could take our plans And throw into the naked winds Have thou forsaken men – for less than good intentions Went back ov-A every sen-TENCE Every line in detail – still couldn’t make heads or tails Finally – KNEW he had to make that call To her parents’ house – they didn’t get a-long That’s why she moved – out In the first place – back in them first days Daddy hated him in the worst – way And it had been that way since the first date (248) – braced for the conversation Six in the AM any parent in they right mind Gone be impatient – bad shit tend to happen When the AM phones start ringing Hello MISS **^&%& Sorry to bother you – But I’m worried about (%*%&$) She left a letter and my house keys I have no clue where she could be Why she would leave – she ain’t answering my calls They going right to the V… MISS **^&%& said excuse me – She’s here with me – I’m sorry she worried you That’s really not what she told me… Either way – she safe, she had to come home There’s only one greater lover that was ever known…

Bong – bitch, glitch in the transmitter Grand – spitter, TRON, blues hairs - (falli-ng out of the bong) Glare at me wrong I’ll send a flare through yo HOME Magnesium poems the psalms I bust harder than bronze Be at the PUB bumping lager and gums -Mums the word Run through the burbs like Burkowitz Son -a uncle –SAM merking kids What you working - wit Thirty-Odd and a ner-vous twitch Steady enough to birth a bitch ..Yeah, we been quiet for a long time Who aint buying the revolution Broad-casting ON-LINE Politicians politicking verbal prostitution I am the seed of P.E. and I will I de-fend THEE Great Production kill the beat We leave the spot on ‘FLEEK’ Flyer that a bird BEEK REEK like mar-i-juana On the way to the House to filibuster Bout all these fucking caskets (till TOUUUUCH-ya) Still pimping – America – don’t (LOOOOVE-ya) Just Try-ing to (FUUUUUUK-ya) Touch ya under the covers, part time lover The pimp sales dreams of re-incarnation Where we can BEEE like OTH-ERS AIn’t no-body been tryna keep up with TO-BY You know the Jones-es is the only family And yours and mines is like Am-i-ty San-ity- fleeting falling asleep bod-ies Fall-ing all in the STREETS Who calling yo PEEPS To tell ‘em the bad news Passing through the intersection I saw loose SHOES LOOSE SHOES LOOSE SHOES EVERY WHERE I TURN I SEE LOOSE SHOES (No shoe strings ‘em, Did not win ‘em) (But they still killed ya nigga while he was still in ‘em) Got no patients for bullshit (it’s OVER) They pull-us-over acting like sadist Say-ing dance mooli dance… While I hithcu with this TA-ZING Am-azing grace Razor pre-tty niggas faces Gillette-it and For-get(it) Clean-cut No mean mug I’m smiling cause I mean-what I’m saying, all PM and ALL DAMN AM I ain’t never caught the VA-pors Fall back guys – Lee MA-JOR *Say it (I don’t pop pills, but we will pop BOTT-LES Don’t do dope but we do smoke GAN-JA) Big-BOD-Y style Mi-Agi YO Mi-ata(to the LEFT like Be-YONCA) Two Dookie Ropes on a BLUE-HONDA The new wonder (The living dead) Thoughts in my head would probably fuck with the FEDS Change the future before Lu-cifer spread… The temples under siege Our bodies are made to bleed I’m partying like I AM FREE Buying shots – it’s ALL on ME Throw yo hands up – like PREEEEE-EUBER If life is a lotto – I done scratched off a few losers Fuck music Fuck who’s the cool-est My thoughts are rev-o-lutionist Do the knowledge of Hamarabi and Understand the institution And why the intersection is catching so many loose shoes LOOSE SHOES LOOSE SHOES EVERY WHERE I TURN I SEE LOOSE SHOES (No shoe strings ‘em, Did not win ‘em) (But they still killed ya nigga while he was still in ‘em)

Is it better to be the lonely one? Or better to be the only one? No real kings ever hold a gun So the best I’ll ever be is a chosen one Only the heavens can ever really hold the sun I just wanted to smoke and have little fun Stand on the roof of the church until the morning comes Forever young and courageous Open the shades on days made so gracious Ladies who serenade in dresses that summers made Stunting I come her way And we kick it like yes-ter-day She throw that P like it was Ex-TA-SY In the middle of the verse she was textin-ME She made the bomb soufflé, momma’s recipe -So cool…I kept her Next-to-Me Headed east on the free, blowing the chronic leaf Seats Forty Degree bumping the Greatest beats Hit the Coney Island for eats then back on the free Couple places to be, couple people to see Today is the day No troubles gon trouble – me Clutch the V, touch speeds in triple digits Stop by mommas to visit She stopped washing the dishes Threw kisses out the window Getting Older YET in-vin-cible Taught me do it for the Love and the Principle Cause if it ends tomorrow only yo KIN going bring yo home Like Doll House Barbie (skin and bones) STILL …MORE SER-I-OUS THAN JUST A POEM Talk for a few than we gone the spot on and jumping Just trying to FUNCTION, shout out E-40 Something Caught the call from cousin (I ain’t spoke to in years) Said the Fam was doing well And I was happy to hear – falling through next weekend We gon grab us some beers (PEACE CUZ) Back in the hood it feels good to be back at the fort Dapped my home boys who sitting on the porch He said its on my niggaaaa And hit the New-Port Two in the morning – house full we still pouring Kitchen table still playing Spades and Kush blowing No neighbors calling the FIVE we all ABIDE-DUDE White Russians being served beside the tide-pool I’d Instagram-it BOO… I’D think that we was lying TOO Supply em proof, Matter a fact they vibing Invite ‘EM THREW, don’t bring noth-ing but a smile and you

They don’t wanna see me on the low They don’t wanna see me on the low And I know… Playground terror like the Gooch Ferra Gammo Boots maritime on the Lucien Piccard Gucci luggage airport, pass port with the blue cards News cars comet to get-us bumping Forget Me Knotts Either you wit or US or “YOU NOT” Knotts Landing, forty-five grams of the candy yams Arrive like we planned-it Blowing OWI-EYE driving on the left side BOY-I’M-HIGH send a blessing up to Left Eye Pussy come close, but thou shall not TRY All lives don’t matter don’t try to flatter wit LIES I break Atoms - scatter matter - move neutrinos a night I ain’t too pretty to fight Between music and life, the union of the mic The burial and after life If I ruled the world and every-thing in it – A – para-dise A pair – dice on the rearview Ride by the beach blowing Keaf (I can’t hear you) No religion we talk spirits like an old bartender Today so good Yester-day hard to –re-mem-ba Penicillin and Pain Killers on the Agenda Stay on a benda wit my ladies and my gentas Just to say momentous is selling it short when the politicin Is serious we sit around like Nester Marley Shrimp and conque skewed on the Barbie Barbies walk the pools like Flamingos They all single and educated – nothing to do but-lay Around the REAL, drinking MI-TIES and talking physics Fuck a color or side – “that’s where you stay” coming to VI-SIT Fill the prisons with politicians… who just be-came the system No changes and no influences No truancy - little MANE got nothing but college on his medulla Figure the future – looking brighter every-day Foe genarations a-slave They don’t wanna see me on the low They don’t wanna see me on the low And I know… What is life if you ain’t OUT live-IN Throw a shot for yo niggas that didn’t complete the passage Did these streets turn-us savages Or the system that tells us to pray for happiness Like it all happens magically -Talking business on the back nine Don’t forgit-to tip the CADDIE – AND The waitress for the good-TIME You know-we been there, the HOOD-DYING But somehow keep SUR-viving Who’s SUPP-LYING the vines with more nourishment The skill is supervelous – PLUS, murderous bars Put SA-TON and him Kin in the back of black cars Drive ‘em to the Lake and throw ‘em like Brett Farve Down in the water bound by shackles of iron I know you sick-a trying ya best When the best die YOUNG the situation is real That’s where that spiel come-from How many of yo people been killed Man the shit is just dumb – raised in killing fields Illa that most of my niggas already envisioned the out-come When we was still young enough to git-it If had a thousand wishes and GINIE in a bottle I would tell my fam to go in first just leave ya man the bottom Politican at the hooka wit HUSA eating Fallafalls If we are not-the-pro-blem Then it must be the watchers They follow my hologram Tryna trick my conscious with they Dollars and Panzi Scams I’ma get all my fam and start this new Plan A new land where freedom is truth Not just a loose – END Amended by old men – NOT new friends

Shells keep falling I can hear the footsteps of God In the Garden Cast beyond the bars Oustkasts - Me and my evil heart We Crawl Into the darkness Ashamed of our precious knowledge Sought solace Enter-mingled with dollars Our downfall calling Like Exes Nakade we fall again into The sheets restless Thin men scream of hunger Vixens that left trails of liquor Apple-Tinis on the bar top Saunter throough In string bi-kinis Between the Eni and the Mini You can find the rope Everybody always know… Moooooe’s the one to go… catch a monkey by the toe Shutter at the lightning Downstairs these fuckas is always fighting I wan-ted be a Ti-tan …Man just tight-en up my fade Fuck – it – I GOT –IT –MADE I’m cursed in my own ways None of these words can ever save Eyes of the demon in the shades Edge of Hades stumbled the ledge crumbles A busted a egg - grandma-ma I bumped my head Something we must’ve said Is like a gun to my head Crumbs in the bed Attracting ones to the spread Ment-all-y, even bodies that hit 10 SIN and FORGIVENESS I’m still crawling – tryna find the light I’m still crawling – trying to find-the light Still crawling trying to find the light They ain’t got to me yet (still got some fight) Before you ever see me quit They’re gone hafta come and take my LIFE… Bodies keep falling I can hear the footsteps of God In the Garden Pardon my corner market For hosting murder so of-ten Turn Colas to Coffins Gravity take ‘em dead bodies fall At the same pace as the case-ing Craw-ling again Dar-kness again Who are these heartless men And where did they come from? And where did they get these big – guns Sons of an-archy De-cendants of Adam and Eve Tangled webs I’ve woven Some-thing in-side of me What if free-dom is a lie (repeat) What if free-dome is a lie Tired of crawling Tired of read-in bad news And see-in bad pictures Who’s listening to the necked city? And the poor people that’s in-em The four horsemen descending Before this world is end-ing I’ve seen this darkness before Re-member Just out-side of Eden’s door Prodigal Sson returning with the a key and swords Shells keep falling I can hear the foot steps Of the Lites around SA-DOM Right now we need knowledge There’s poison in the water Rise from the alter Forgot what they had taught us Sinagauges on fire Liars is talking for-us More important These liars Never walk amongst-us What if your job Was to protect a monster That’s faster, smarter And making more money What if MY life was to live with worse monsters Who raped my great great grandmother In the name of … ohh shit GOD coming

Curse me if you want but I ain’t never going to hell If I fail to post bail I’ll be home on the eighth Bring a couple a eighths some bottles of crushed grapes Meet me at the bottom where we parted the cake Park in that place around back – we’ll be chilling by the lake OR The sy-ca-more Discussing the rich and poor And what the fuck was we living for – the ocean licks the tips of shores The sun set honey – funny – I thought of Commodores Yesterday was Ramadan - Tomorrow we pass-over Wednesday morning I spread some ashes-over The casket of past soldiers Both the paid AND those under-culture Neither one walks-again or tells who crossed-over IVERSON Throw a log on the fire to fight the night The dying light of the day the heaven’s retirement I believe I’m amongst my people So I’ma talk straight – It seems we coming to an end And a NEW-day, let us begin with a toast A future of brighter hope Where ever man can vote, both Jew and gen-tile Rich or poor, instead of these things that keep us down Most of the planet brown Gunpowder is black – but cocaine powder is white Mix them together – you get yellow tape on the ground Nights like this – amongst friends All that matter – all the chatter and the bullshit From them haters ain’t nothing to us – it’s useless Let the crowd chuck the deuces And say Amen to a Judas, who-could never have by our sy-ca-more Every-body else come on out to the beach-house There’s plenty of room (Rest ya feet now) Listen to the ocean and the thunder – now Our favorite sounds on the radio –

Wake up in the morning Like we back at this bitch again Less than hour Me and Wizco clipping ends Woulda bangeed out But today – early AM When the shipments come-in Six to Nine Before the Dick Five start they grinding Heavy Be done, back at the lab Putting the rag over the black Chevy Then pedaling to my boys Tryna avoid them boys They’ll end me like a sign-off Equal paper work And some time off Meanwhile shells keep falling in the East Bank Streets painted Souls de-feated and tainted Supreme danger Distanguished gentleman born in the D Has the floor Be easy too many windows here You ain’t gotta leave through no doors If it’s RAW then I love it Tyrna budge a few decimals Up in the budget In deed – from what I can see We still strugg-a-ling IF bills was balls we’d all be jug-a-ling I’ve seen the pain of the dope customer Shuffl-a-ling I’ve seen the gains of cooked co-cane When it doubled up (hust-a-ling) Excursions to the mall Niggas love to stunt So we ball till we FALL 2 ways to die One’s hard the others eff’ed up Wake up in the morning Like – one more time I stay lit So I shine Shine like the so-lar Pocket full bucks So I pull up and… bi-polar Nice to know you Ride sober – but be higher Than the neck of a striking cobra At night the lifeless vultures Arrive to take the lives of soldiers Shit it’s getting colder Its new game the old is over They turning pussy on-line Into one-time soldiers But the war been on closer Shorty got a gun but don’t run wit no holsters Got whats’ left of the game Just the slang of posers They still be talking when they get Rolled up like posters I just give my little what’s up fam And keep go-ing Blowing a gram of that OG Kush Pedaling back from my boys Bout to go meet bush… On the bike – that’s DICK Chaney Ghost in the system They pic-tures is always grainy One motto You owe pop –then pay (ME) If NOT we gots a PROB-lem Beat street flash backs (STILL POPPING)

Tryna keep a ni@#! (Head Up) | Even though us ni@#!s (Fed Up) Every times its on (They Say It’s Us) | Like I’m gon quit and throw my (Hands UP) {But they don’t know, They don’t know} {They don’t know about my folks} {They don’t know, They don’t know} {The Ish that we been through – and we ain’t BROKE… N… (Yet) “We ain’t bro---ken YET… We ain’t bro---ken YET” Nightmares ride through our hoods like black horses, black forces Divorce-us from truth, youth and life, (in that or-der) The evil seeds would see our sons and daughters in hock Boxes or deep in-side of coffins covered by rocks Price on my head funny I think the FEDs is buying stock --and I ain’t neva asked yall for a picket fence --and I ain’t neva asked for all this HOOP_LA I’m just paying taxes – where the fukc that’s went How many bullets being spent falling in places that we sit That’s Dead-Magic drove all the kids to Medicine Cab/nits Uneven mathematics between coke grams and crack capsules Catapult the first 48 hours is soooooo important just ask NOL-TE Black dreams been parked so long – I got dirt (On-ME) They say we un-driven and living in Panic Rooms Unforgiven and Godless – hoping that we vanishing soon What’s the matter with you who matters to who Mad at the world but who’s madder at whom Saturn moon Six touch down Sound of the appocolypse Young black obnoxious kids, back pack full of knowledge Tired of being astonished Like a niggas ain’t been dying And poor ain’t been applying Resort to iron when the irony is dying lonely Inside a six – by Tryna keep a ni@#! (Head Up) | Even though us ni@#!s (Fed Up) Every times its on (They Say It’s Us) | Like I’m gon quit and throw my (Hands UP) {But they don’t know, They don’t know} {They don’t know about my folks} {They don’t know, They don’t know} {The Ish that we been through – and we ain’t BROKE… N… (Yet) “We ain’t bro---ken YET… We ain’t bro---ken YET” {How many people you know – aint here} {How many people is gone – and it aint clear} Time keeps ticking like bombs inside my noggin I’m just tryna make it home from the market But I know we a TAR-GET But it’s still party and bullshit Blunts and bitches soon as I git it I spend it cause tomorrow Give a fuck about my worldly riches Like weeee progressed When they down south Willie Lynching Its personal – don’t make BIZ-NISS If nothing lets birth some witness Like a bystander loosing innocence You know the sentiments Ladies and gentleman – hard times is in again World War Four like I just flipped four M&Ms If you take out the boys You ain’t gotta worry bout the men and them {So be careful where you walk} {Be careful where you go} (OH-OH)… (OH-OH)

They want to see me under – water Want to stop-our seeds from being lawyer and or doctors They ra-cist… go ask Ba-rock – a – Michelle O-bama Go ask the cat wit his palms pressed down On the hood of da Ho-nda Or the City Wide Cor-o-nor Slab seen more black backs than Summer sands in Pen-sa-cola Flo-rida Jails cells and liquor stores Bodegas on borough corners If you don’t tell ya boys The loud rounds will surely warn ‘em Like horns before the car crashes - still blow-ing Ya main dime, stay outta line – still hoeing Mars land-in, smash in-to the planets – still glowing Like mad comets knots landing robot scanning Co-cocked cannons Shan-non Fell on her knees like – oh LOrd Please don’t steal my fam-ly from me My styles is three feet deep in the woods Digging a plot to drop shot foes Like Larry Johnson - on my Tu-Pac flow We-dooo-block hoes, fast break on-em Fill the wings drive to the hole like FIVE-OH Now that’s Dunk AND Donut talk in the morning – And we still talking bout HOES… It’s harder count dimes than Oz Harder to mount a war with that goop in ya nose Sunday school clothes –be- out- the- clo-set too of-ten to fold… Life is a circus I’m on my pe-de-stal bar-king for DOE Validating parking for everybodddy I know Come one come all to earth’s great-est show They sacrificing babies – throw-in ‘em in the front ROWs Tickets a little expensive, but worth every penny Worth every minute I’m nice with the script – I should work at a clinic Sentences written in sand-script Stanza should stand for something Sat-urday nigga ain’t neva planned for Sun-day So one day come and go like Jail cells and liquor stores… Bodegas on borough corners If you don’t tell ya boys The loud shells will surely warn ‘em (echo) Suicide doors the district hotter than lava lamps The cops scram, pro am rac-ing Jason caught a cramp Jumping the fence behind Jamal Basement The call say-ing armed and dangerous code language for Shoot that nigga and make ‘em famous Didn’t we-ALL have case-es, its crazy to think of Some of the dumb shit we played-wit High speed chases in stolen cars The cities leaving them scars, still hard on a young girl And worse in the world Rather beatchu than educate you They hate you, so I should hate you Cover the face allah made-you Pardon the shots – who would plot to save-you Plot to save us Those who say they are – Are not your neighbors Too often they seeking profit And our problems to them – are – not - ma-jor 1/tenth of the ten percent own everything but the-ayer Revolver neva running for may-or Rather they be running from the dragon’s layer Whispering pray-ers

We just want our free-dom Free-freedom We don’t need a rea-son Rea-son Foe need-on OUR free-dom Free-dom Free-Free-dom We ARE-RA (ONE) The WAR is (WON) When the people see - they FREE_DOM A don’t live by the GUN(x2) Dead babies in the can-al There lay the descendent the eighties on the re-bound War more important than play-grounds And A-rounds, stay-round, like lay-round no jobs and A-Now Don’t start that money talk, OK-NOW And A-now yo REAL daddy don’t claim-YOU Man I cain’t blame you My momma was in a different state (NO ANG-ELS) Just re-LATE To the MIND—STATE tangled in Fate can still stran-gle And BREAK The world that we live in, driven by CAKE How many doll-ars you MAKE How many bottles you TAKE How many models you DATE If its not about profit than -the time -don’t -E-QUATE So we prolly not LIST-EN-IN All I ask of my KIN is a keep an eye on your brother Cause these motherfuckas’ll dust-cha and leave you in customs Turned the hood into its’ own customer That’s when the game got real They don’t even fuck witcha And we on some color shit (boxed in) and loving it All by DE-sign – it’s DE-fined in the coven-ants If we ain’t talking to each other we can never be a government See us continue SUFF-E-RIN, suck-a-tash, you can NEVA-WIIIIN {Gotta stand up, Young man – man up Put-cha hands up , (fuck yo hand cuffs, fuck yo ran-som You can keep shoo-tin but I ain’t DANC-IN} (NO-MORE)