main topics are boring,
I’m off subject often.
the subject of my lines be whatever I’m offerin at the time
based on creative visions I find
so sometimes
I ramble with no particular punchline
punch lines is easy.
punchin systems is hard.
politicians bein greedy got the boulevard
like a war zone.
war’s on tv,
but nobody covers the wars that WE see,
believe me
where dimes get locked behind they man’s dimes
and a dime is a little bit of time
compared to the bids they givin to little kids these days
they run around crazy their minds in a haze
they think if they can’t ball or rhyme they gotta sell to shine
so they sellin the hardest stuff they can find.
the hardest lies I find are the least concealed
you just open your eyes and they’re revealed
like there is no such thing as a drug deal
the hustla’s getting over on the fiend
the government’s getting over on the hustla.
still we hustle
chasin those dreams
some of us of havin fancy things
others just fastening
loose ends
the noose ends
get tighter ‘round our necks
still all we respect is the dollar.
take a scholar if he’s standin next to a millionaire
the world acts like he ain’t even there
like they don’t even care
for the poor
they just put more laws on the books
to let ‘em lock ‘em up without takin second looks
the first son in a family of crooks
stole the white house
now he’s stealin food right out the babies’ mouths
to write-out checks that go to the military
I swear this world is so scary right now
I don’t know if I would want to bring a child into it
and make him or her go through it
I just wanna calm my spirit
call on God
and know she’ll hear it
whether times are good or they hard
and I wanna kick back, write my rhymes
and not feel like I’m wastin my breath
or wastin my time
and I wanna feel something when I hear the beat
and give the pieces to the cipher that’ll make it complete
and tonight when I lay down and close my eyes,
I wanna know I’ll see another beautiful sunrise
but none of that’s guaranteed
that ain’t God’s speed
so all that I can do is be myself and stay true in
deed and heart
and in spirit and mind
and keep searchin for the Truth
tho it’s hard to find
and stop lookin for the proof and just feel sometimes because
all that I wish to know will be revealed in time
sometimes I rhyme to keep myself from feelin like I’m already crazy
when I feel I’m goin crazy
and I always say the
only thing I ever want in my veins gettin me high is these rhymes,
risin like flames
I could shoot ‘em up like rockets
and then have ink flowin out of my sockets and no tears
drop
all the bullsh*t, especially the fears
and put things beautiful into the soul by way of the ears
I never wished the record labels was here
I don’t know what for
cuz you know what? … for real there’s
no such thing as a record deal
the label’s getting over on the artist
when we the ones who be workin the hardest
and putting all this
love and pain into it
and puttin stories of our losses and our gains into it
they have stories that disparage our names and through it
we second-guessin ourselves
putting our real talent up on the shelves
I hope I never end up like that
too scared to talk about the way I feel when I rap
man, if you ever hear me rockin and it’s only an act, I beg of you,
please
snatch my mic back
man, if you ever hear me rockin and it’s only an act, I beg of you,
please
snatch my mic back
might
back-track
to a simpler time
when I painted these pictures only in my mind
[used] cocoa butter to shine
much better now and gettin better with time
bet her flows stay embedded in minds
like reporters without spines
ridin ‘round West Banks in tanks
it’s a wonder they can even sit up straight
how much can we take?

I’m takin extra plates to the system’s supper
tupperware
to share
with my folks who ain’t there

ain’t their game vicious? It’ll never be fair

the music revolution’s here, tho
beware!

and I’m only suspicious cuz it’s never been fair
I make this revolution music cuz I care.