There's a new word on the street that
Back in the day we used to pray
today you insist it ought not be that way
caught up in the mix to dismiss
this earthly bliss
in a time well spent in thought
see I'm a hustler no I'm not a follower
I see gand violence in the street
young brothers looking for some food to eat
got sand bags in the eyes with a soft reply
no such worry of fly by's
for sugar is sweet so sweet like honey
I want to be the man who brings home the money
nothing phony as a wanna be gangster
got my nine in my pocket in a holster to lock it
but Fuck it society has gone crazy just don't ever call me lazy
sides need to come together were all in the same gang
there needs to be a change instead flipping fries
it ought to be Caviar and top of the line whiskey
so it hit me some brothers don't need to be bothered
there's a line being drawn in the sand
when will we ever live to understand
things falling apart at the seams
with such evil means
twisted lies isn't it no surprise
got to stay locked with the hip hop scene
don't give up or quit by any means
burning it up as you flirt with fire
light it up at your purest desire
going to take it much higher
take this logic to the streets
where we can meet & greet
need to come together
forget about the weather
got to stay light as a feather
someday we will all sleep tight in our coffin
then we will stay absolutely nothing
achieve your goals now
don't look back when your hands on the plow.
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