Fightin' crimes wit' no pity, my soul was infiltrated / hours I meditated, the system I contemplated / procrastinatin' while I'm gettin' my coffee fix, they hearts is filled with hate and I'm wonderin' how I can quit / tricks on a hip hop mix, ain't no one I can trust / my cell is filled with dust, seems like the struggle's a must / the lust amongst the livin' they eyes is turnin' green / mo' people is turnin' fiend, I'm keepin' my act clean / and to make matters worse, women thirst for that Channel, instead of 'Simple and Plain' they livin' they life in vain / lookin' for someone to play, get the Goodies and skate / sorry I can't relate it's just too much on my plate / I say this straight to y'all faces because we morally lawless / self destructive persistent from cable T.V. market / blinded by Coogi, and Prada purses, guided by our vanity / and all that we know, is "Gettin' Low" and downin' Henessy / clownin' and drownin' in Crown-n-Coke in a plastic cup / throwin' up, keepin' my people's unity broken up / we tryna get out hell by makin' these tracks sell / and nudge a little closer to livin' this life well / in jail with no bail, from child support I can't manage / baby's momma's in trouble I'm thinkin' it's so tragic / man this White Magic, while they laughin' havin' a feast / she on a Section 8 lease and she workin' at Mickey D's / missiles and war for centuries prayin' beside my bed / thankful I'm full of food and that I'm not full of lead / it's all I do G, is give 'em these clues so they not lost / just a lessen 'bout my mission of thinkin' heavier thoughts...
