Post by prodigypaulk on Jun 18, 2008 23:44:56 GMT -5
We young but live wise, life is nothing but a vibe,
Divine, and it shines we choose to rectify the times.
Living in complexity, but comprehend simplicity,
The devil came to visit me, but left here as a memory.
He tried to bring me misery, shake, and dismember me,
He couldn’t kill my entity; I made this bitch remember me.
We couldn’t walk the block without the cops glocks lookin,
The drama that we took in, its crazy what they cookin.
But they couldn’t cook the proper meal their having problems trying to kill,
The real brothers in field the niggaz who ain’t scared to fail.
Their scared of intelligence, they thought we were irrelevant,
Because we came from a land with feeble men and elephants.
That bull shit is irrelevant, we integrate your confidence,
Your conscious lookin condolence, our will you couldn’t fondle it.
See brothers die, mama’s cry, and sisters sigh when we survive,
Bush lies, people lose they life when they go to fight.
Unify the common plight, and fight within the darkest night,
Some fighting in the street lights like the stars they try to be like.
All the poison in the system getting leeched into victims,
all the victims are the ones here that they label insignificant.
The ripples in the rivers represent the stronger niggaz,
The ones they couldn’t configure because their living to finish.
Just diminish all the records like guiness ain’t nothing scary,
Malcolm X told me to live my life by any means necessary.
I have a dream to be a King on this planet,
So who’s the man that planned it the plan to keep me here stranded?
I escaped and then demanded inequality to be banished,
Then managed to dismantle all the drama here outlandish.
The blue print is peculiar, bizarre, strange, eccentric,
I’m not being ostpolitik, just label me as prolific.
I’m not here to mimic, just here to be deeper than pacific,
I’m not trying to specific, just let know how we livin’.
The struggle is the spiracle, pain is merely satirical,
A crazy world but somehow we make it man it’s a miracle,
Divine, and it shines we choose to rectify the times.
Living in complexity, but comprehend simplicity,
The devil came to visit me, but left here as a memory.
He tried to bring me misery, shake, and dismember me,
He couldn’t kill my entity; I made this bitch remember me.
We couldn’t walk the block without the cops glocks lookin,
The drama that we took in, its crazy what they cookin.
But they couldn’t cook the proper meal their having problems trying to kill,
The real brothers in field the niggaz who ain’t scared to fail.
Their scared of intelligence, they thought we were irrelevant,
Because we came from a land with feeble men and elephants.
That bull shit is irrelevant, we integrate your confidence,
Your conscious lookin condolence, our will you couldn’t fondle it.
See brothers die, mama’s cry, and sisters sigh when we survive,
Bush lies, people lose they life when they go to fight.
Unify the common plight, and fight within the darkest night,
Some fighting in the street lights like the stars they try to be like.
All the poison in the system getting leeched into victims,
all the victims are the ones here that they label insignificant.
The ripples in the rivers represent the stronger niggaz,
The ones they couldn’t configure because their living to finish.
Just diminish all the records like guiness ain’t nothing scary,
Malcolm X told me to live my life by any means necessary.
I have a dream to be a King on this planet,
So who’s the man that planned it the plan to keep me here stranded?
I escaped and then demanded inequality to be banished,
Then managed to dismantle all the drama here outlandish.
The blue print is peculiar, bizarre, strange, eccentric,
I’m not being ostpolitik, just label me as prolific.
I’m not here to mimic, just here to be deeper than pacific,
I’m not trying to specific, just let know how we livin’.
The struggle is the spiracle, pain is merely satirical,
A crazy world but somehow we make it man it’s a miracle,