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(verse 1) – b.ware
One, two
Its all image and respect which goon you see next
limited to prison system cause he rep’d the streets best
I guess… I hate the hands that hold me
Mold me to a fiend, froze my goals and my dreams
momma told me, its hard for a black man as I
fraternized with trap-guys, practice for a bad life
we so high, nose bleeds of pain
Weak and decrepit veins i crept with my work the same
We knew better, go light, featherweight but who's better:
The drug king or the pusher on the scene?
Hate the peddler, the fiend’s friend, but how’d it begin?
the school's teaching us nothing plus the daddy's in the pen
and the pusher of the pen got ya liking that
lyin in raps to suburban as well as your hood, frat bruh…
they on track for monetary benefits
No Love for music, still runnin from crooked sin and shit
I'm sending this for onlookers of innocence taken
Shakin’ it, breakin’ up my patience
some say it’s hatin’, makin’ it, the rules when I prove
who can make it for sure pure, put it on your tongue, taste it
(hook) – b.ware
That’s that dope (dope)
every note that he spoke (spoke)
quote that he wrote, do that ink read hope?
Take a toke… of the instrument of life
Grown in the nursery, Pike…
(verse 2) – b.ware
I, nocturnal, written at 3:45
in the A.M., hit the kitchen for cream pies
oatmeal, tote steal to the sink
I’m talkin’ food and forks get ya mind outta that street life
No swine, high blood pressure will get ya, right?
it’s such stress… dealin’ with pigs outside
Slide…thinkin’ of that Southside
we used to ride Old Nat’
Listenin’ to King Cole… Nat, at Christmas time
I miss them days, wish they’d re-arrive
We witnessed fading innocence, misfits
lit spliffs, pick cliques, click – BANG! Where they went?
pause… waitin’ on Santa Claus
but the instrument is a gift from God
odd… how they used theirs to write laws
to denature my my forefathers, martyrdom
should I feel hatred for your fathers? they slaughtered them
but maybe what about their sons though?
lookin at my people wonderin why we still poor…
and watch which dope you smoke… take a toke…
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