I'm from where the streets is pitifull...
the beef is critical...
where the bullets...still seeking to meet and live in you...
while some are still too deep in you to...
dig'em out...yes...the hardest part is getting out...
but walking with a kephlar mind...
I kept all pride...in the chest...the left not right...
my battle command active...
half of a man's power is a damn fraction...
when these thoughts would demand action...
so don't get cought in the rapture...
my voice is a rock...that'll cause ripples...
of wisdom swimming in all riddles...
I'm iller than hospitals...
years of having to walk crippled...
boots the color of mustard...
shot off at the mouth...
while you were using a musket...
abusing the trust that...consumed us...
the new blood...
sipping truth from a new cup...
because mine was used up...
just listen to the speakers...
the prechers...
and please...pay attention to teachers...
cause they broke as the beat gets...
after I ravage and kill it...
my soul...tall enough to put its hands on the ceiling...
a man with a vision...
of giving the children a chance to smell escape...
emancepate...to a land no man can break...
I share dreams with a blind man...
who believes in a Zion...
I'm just saying that I am...
atleast doing what I can...to keep the heart of the lion...
beside him...in the right hand...
when I write hands...become my minds pen...
when I die sands of time spread...
look into my eyes...and tell me if I'm lying...
on a knife bed...
damn.......
it took a life...to realize what mine meant...
only in the fight can...I find...
who am I man...
