This out to all my young brothers and sisters Hold ya head, things ain't always they seem
I'm about to you a dose of reality deal
{Jeru The
Nowaways, records are played and superstars are
Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get As a result, bullets are and their sons are laid It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you fight you fade Surviving in the streets, not a for ordinary men Growing up in the hood, young and supahuman Caught up in the game of blocks and run your block
Intercourse witches and hunted by warlocks For props, pop, another brother drops He barely his pops, now his little seed barely know his pops vision like a cyclops
I give you x-ray vision these supahuman eyedrops My in the ghetto, give it everything you got 'cause until we reach the top, can't stop and stop
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Can you The presha, the the the over The presha, the the the
{Jeru The write articles 'cause they can't write rhymes Ever since I was a youth I in crime Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve left There's a fork in the road, life or death There's too stress, too many bullets for your vest Temptress, suck ya best, exotic of syphillis The rest, in the Earth, only the best progress It's you who I see commercial success Warning, this is real, this is not a test
And what I express worth more a Lexus it like baby food, still hard to digest Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I protest
Chorus 2X
{Jeru The in the crib, and dad got no loot for food So he do he got to do it real, I don't playa hate ya
God my nature, sent at this to stabilize the structure We should all like wise kings,
now praise to the gutter The double X, concelead like a box cutter should be teaching, not murdering one another Word, to the mother land, kill the man Lord of the concrete jungle, and was a black man on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, I am
Chorus 4X
(you got to deal of hand over)
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