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