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