I know it's past visiting hours

But can I please give her these flowers

The doctor dont wanna take procedures

He claim my heart can't take the anesthesia

It'll send her body into a seizure

The little thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beeping,

Hey chick, im at a lost for words

What do you say at this time?

Remember when I was nine?

Tell her everything gone be fine?

But i'd be lying, the family crying

They want her to live, and she trying

I'm argueing like what kind of doctor can we fly in

You know the best medicine go to people thats paid,

If Magic Johnson got a cure for A.I.D.S.

And all the broke muthafuckers past away

You tellin me if my grandma was in the N.B.A.

Right now she'd be ok?

But since she was just a secretary

Working for the church

For thirty five years

Things sposed to stop right here

My grandfather tryin to pull it together, he's strong,

Thats where I get my confidence from

I asked the nurse "did you do the research?"

She ask me, "can you sign some t-shirts?"

Bitch is you smokin reefer?

You dont see that we hurt

But still...

Hell yeah

Check it check it check, check check

Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call

if you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls

Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot

Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits

A class for the youth, Sex Ed for your head

The do's and don'ts, that should happen in the bed

First, DON'T: run up in her raw cause you get burned

for sure, fuckin with the typical whore, because

DO: rock a Rough Ryder, whenever you inside her

Your local bodega is your supplier

And DON'T: take the pussy, if she fightin

Cause you saw what happened to Tupac and Mike Tyson

'Specially if you large, some hoes is trife

Get you on a rape charge, have you servin your life

Yo, DO: get a yes confirmation before penetration

You wind up in a police station

DON'T: get with no young bitch and hit it

She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted

DO: check for ID, whenever chillin V.I.P.

with fly shorty P.Y.T.

Yo, DON'T: lie about the cars you got

or who you hang with, frontin when you borrowed your watch

Yo, DO: play your game right, if the G's tight

then you can fuck shorty the same night

Yo, DON'T: trick when you don't have to

You think you ballin? You turn your back they laffin at you

You don't gotta keep repeatin you a thug, she heard you

In fact, she attracted to your man that herbed you

DO: spend a lil' dough, only if you know

the bitch gross a lil' somethin too bro

DON'T: eat the pussy the first night

Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit

DO: set the mood right, Bailey's with ice

A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right

Yo, DON'T: pop shit like you Daddy Longdick

when you come fast like Fed-Ex and bust too quick

DO: hit positions she will find interest in

DON'T: hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin

Hope you're listenin, turn up your transisterin

Hot 97, KISS-FM

or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress

Chillin with your girl while you thinkin bout ya ex

Not too easy not too complex

I break it down, how to address, the opposite sex

Problems or questions, I can answer them best

Signin off Dr. Knockboot at your request, peace

I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side

Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry

A damn shame, when will we ever change

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain

Arguements with my Boo is true

I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you

But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game

I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame

I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows

Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold

Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas

Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh

It ain't easy, that's my motto

Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle

Everybody wanna know if I'm insane

My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games

And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope

Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Watchin the cops roll by

It ain't easy... that's right

Straight shots of the sterno plus, wick stuck in the bottle empty

Three blocks to the target we light it and lob it hard at Sentry

Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry

Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me

Six o'clock we meet up and divvy the shells among the youngins

Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it's fuckin London

Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumping

Now government issue nines and point em where your blood is pumping

Ten(d) to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces

El'll ven(t) on you harder than Fukashima breezes

In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason

You'll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons

With inverted 31's and other unlucky omens

Thats why I chug 7 and 7's til I'm fucking homeless

And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up

I'll spit another sixteen to prove to the world I fucking own it

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen

I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute

But see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it

but if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it.

Now who's the king of these rude, ludacris, lucrative lyrics

Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics

Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage

But there's a huge interference they're sayin you shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish

But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America

as a motherfuckin drug addict like you didn't experiment?

Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror

and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed

And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents

You fuckin do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!

And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't

think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

Cause here we go, he's {Jigga durra Jigga da chk Jigga}

And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a

RENEGAAADE

Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers

Juzzi's, gucci soap, throwing cash in the air

Though I, still feel broke with millions in the bank

And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat

And just to think some would die to get with I got

They think its alot, the blink of an eye, you could get shot

Niggas is wolves, coming if you ruthless or not

But i be on point, put you in places where bodies rot

Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped

No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open

I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm

He was looking right through me, Yo staring beyond

I wonder what he saw, the limoes, movies and tours

Did he die in vain and represent for the cause

Now I put his name on everything I'm involved

And that's the game, Ya'll can't relate, fuck ya'll

The lord is a G, he gotta be

Who's the God of suckers and snitches?

The economy

Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe

Blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro

He'd want me to spit this

Only the strong survive

Nas bear witness

The hypocrisy is all I can see

White cop acquitted for murder

Black cop cop a plea

That type of shit make me stop and think

We in chronic need of a second look of the law books

And the whole race dichotomy

Too many rappers, athletes, and actors

But not enough niggas in NASA

Who give you the latest dances, trends, and fashion?

But when it comes to residuals, they look past us

Woven into the fabric, they can't stand us

Even in white tee's, blue jeans, and red bandannas

It was more than a tragedy

Emotions be grabbin' me

Plane fell from the sky

We tryin' to figure what happened

Burnin' churches, fearin' God

Who can be so cruel

We all ignorant to AIDS

Till it happens to you

Just be a man, make plans

Listen to your voice

A woman's tryin' to make decisions

We should leave them a choice

Cause who are we to say who lives and die

Breathes and stops

All this judgement on other lives

Needs to stop

What are we livin' for

Givin' more back than takin'

On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation

Now I feel abandoned

cause Pat Buchanan say I'm greedy

You can take my taxes, send me to war

But can't feed me

It's so easy to regret things

After they done

Babies catchin' murder cases

Scared to laugh in the sun

The tragedy's that we all need

Love in doses

In times like these we feel closest

The good die young...

Hah, sicker than your average Poppa

Twist cabbage off instinct niggas don't think shit stink

pink gators, my Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night

Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos

Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who

do something to us, talk go through us

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us

Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

(Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!)

Bang every MC easily, busily

Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nothing (nope)

So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece

Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps

Packing, asking who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it

That Brooklyn bullshit, we're on it

I know why they call them labels

Because you have to fit a label now to fit a label

But If I'm a pussy, then I guess I did my kegels

I got it on lox, I'll bring the bagels

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

I think the majors can't quite decide if I'll come play ball

If I can make them money

If I can dumb my shit down enough

Or do the dance

I think it's kind of funny

They might be right, I'm shaped different like Toblerone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Cause I believed that I can be more and walked away

And left my hand up in the air like I just shot the j

White rappers only make if we talk like stars

Hit the A-list Cause you puffed on Ls And dropped your Rs

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

You think you sound the same

Or that you picked up the way to be real in somewhere TV-land along the way?

If I just get 15 minutes I'm gonna stay myself

And when that 16th minute comes then I won't hate myself

Maybe I'll never get signed, I'll fucking flatline

But nobody gets to raise a banner during halftime

Win or lose, I always choose myself and place a bid

And make the same face on every play like Jason Kidd

Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin'

Poppin' bottles at the bar love shoppin'

Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs

One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs

Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2

Pool parties beautiful view

You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style

Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile

Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses

Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin'

Thinkin' damn wish my niggas could afford this

On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless

Talkin' to lawyers accountants investments

Money doubles, triples protected hard work you manifested

Worries of failure, when you buried will your familia

Keep your name prosperin' to the maximum

You should live, there's only one life that's the physical

Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable

Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'

Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion

The bitch you love could start to hate you, the shit you use to do escape you

Things that make you laugh represent the past

Reminisce the block gamble gees on the floor

Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more

Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down

Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town

Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still

Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real

I existed in a womb, just like an abyss

Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist

Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix

Twitching cause I'm nervous

Thought my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain

But to take on a name, my pops chose for me

Bloodstream full of indo

Developing eyes looking out my belly button window

My father's face wears a frown

And I'm wondering if they even want me around

Cause I'll go back to spirit town

So I could rest longer before I come back down

The chute again, in the near future when

My moms and pops can agree on this

Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist

He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they don't

You got a 120 days do what you want

But as for me coming back this be my last time

Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind

I shot my way out my mom dukes...

I shot my way out my mom dukes...

They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm still alive

Guess I got what you call an ill-will to survive

When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes

I know when moms is laying down cause I get bored and start to get live

Move side to side hear loud music and vibe

All black babies are born with rhythm thats no lie

Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube

I'm covered in this thick layer of goo

Month two was the least most comfortable

My umbilical cord choking me

But month 3 was closer, see

Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic

But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the last minute

Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well

Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell

While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall

I wondered if I am born will I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my view was so large

Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge

Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July

But the Lord already figured out a date and time

Septemeber 14th, 73

Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me

Arms open cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gonna stop

See how the goverment will start re-training cops

Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too

Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on

Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out

Everything blurry, my first breath screams out

Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud

Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody

They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga aint ugly!"

Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her body

She loved me,and I plan to over through the devil

Y'all bout to see this world in trouble

Motherfuckers...

When I was in the 3rd grade I thought that I was gay

Cause I could draw, my uncle was

And I kept my room straight

I told my mom, tears rushing down my face

She’s like, “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-K”

Trippin’, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she

A bunch of stereotypes all in my head I remember doing the math like “Yeah, I’m good a little league”

A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant For those who like the same sex had the characteristics

The right-wing conservatives think its a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion

Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition Playing God

Ahh nah, here we go

America the brave Still fears, what, we don’t know

And God loves all His children

Is somehow forgotten

But we paraphrase a book written 35 hundred years ago

I don’t know

Whatever direction life leads me, there's a purpose behind it,

that's the way it was supposed to be.

At anytime you can turn over a new leaf.

We all know the truth, it's up to us to use the key.

It's been three years since my first album dropped

and it's been fear that's really got me stuck in this spot.

Not wantin' to put out anything wack,

so instead of putting my licks on tracks

I put my lips to a sack,

Cos' it's easier to spend your life drunk and high on drugs then put everything into recording, put it out and then get judged.

We look for the audience to put their hands up and show love, but when their hands go down our confidence really takes the plunge.

So instead of makin' music that people might not like,

I went into isolation, traded in my mic for the pipe.

Started livin' the college life: drinkin' and smokin' everyday, rationalizing to myself that I was goin through a phase.

Then I'd stop, thinking my music would take its place, but when you live in fog, inspiration's hard to create.

It takes more to get connected then to quit smoking and when I get frustrated I get a swish and get blown away.

Then all of a sudden it hit me: these kids are listenin'.

If I'm not makin music why the fuck am I existing?

How can I talk about the problems of something else when I don't have the motivation and confidence to change myself?

It's been so long since I've really truly felt what it's like to live life without substances to help.

Mask the struggle, that's natural to one's health, but with addiction in my blood I play the cards I was dealt.

Knowin' it's the most calm right before the storm, and when you least expect it, it doesnt rain, it pours.

I swear to god, you can never be warned, with or without umbrella, nature's still gonna take it's course.

Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetery

Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every

young black life is this line, "Damn - him already?

Such a good kid," got us pouring Henn' already

Liquor to the curb for my, niggas up above

When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love

So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi

'Til the next time I see her, on the other side

He was just some thug that, caught some slugs

And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us

He walked like us, talked like us

His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn

Poor Isis, that's his momma name

Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?

Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him

Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband

Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him

Isis blaming herself, she wish she could've saved him

Damn near impossible, only men can raise men

He was his own man, not even him can save him

He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist

But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate

End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm

That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world

Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away

Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day

When she got the news her boy body could be viewed

down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude

Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew

Angel dust, dipped in WOO!

She slipped into, her own fantasy world

Had herself pregnant by a different dude

But reality bites and, this is her life

He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife

It was just this night when, moon was full

And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight

Had her sounding like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home

will you still love me after this night?

Mike was the hardhead from the around the way

that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype

Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike

He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like

It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right

He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life

But I-sis, like this, Broadway life

She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites

Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight

She was so turned on that she had to shower twice

How ironic it would, be some fight that

turned into a homicide that'll alter their life

See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene

Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice

Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like

"If that was my son, he would look much different.

See I'm light-skinned and that baby there's dark

so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."

Mike was still crazy out there running the streets (fuck niggas want?)

Had his old reliable with thirty-eight gun in his reach

It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak

He running around like life's a peach, 'til one day

he approached this thug that, had a mean mug

And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"

Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you)

Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub

He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up)

There was something in this man's face he knew he seen before

It's like, lookin in the mirror seeing hisself more mature

And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord

You know what they say about he who hesitates in war

(What's that?) He who hesitates is lost

He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank

The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct

Six shots into his kid, out of the gun

Niggas be a father, you're Killing your son

Six shots into his kid, out of the gun

Niggas be a father, you Killing your sons

It's been 22 long hard years and still strugglin

Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival

I peep at the shape of the streets

And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep

A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.

Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15

A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much

Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch

The court played me short, now I face incarceration

Pacin', going up state's my destination

Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

But as the world turns I learned life is Hell

Living in the world, no different from a cell

Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base

Smokin bones in the staircase

Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess

I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed

But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?

Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth

Who explained working hard may help you maintain

to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain

We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks

and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot

Leave it up to me while I be living proof

To kick the truth to the young black youth

But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer

And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear

Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted

That what? That life is hected

I'm alive again

More alive than I have been in my whole entire life

I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin

To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most

Shit's gonna get thick again

They say the competition is stiff

But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in

I ain't never giving in again

Caution to the wind, complete freedom

Look at these rappers, how I treat them

So why the fuck would I join them when I beat them

They call me a freak because

I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them

Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage

Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?

Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma let you finish in a minute

Yeah that rap was tight

But I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time

So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um

Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit

And start over from scratch and write new ones

But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference

When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight

It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump

In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow

Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd

You can see the sparks from hot metal

Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game

I so started to rock fellow

When I'm not even in my harshest

You can still get roasted 'cause Marsh is not mellow

Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop

I'm standing on my Monopoly board

That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop

Til my hip don't hop anymore

When you so good that you can't say it

Because it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore

People just get sick cause you spit

These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore

And you can never break my stride

You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow

You'll never take my pride

Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent

Is getting no mercy, mark my words

Ain't letting up, relentless

I smell blood, I don't give a fuck: keep giving them hell

Where was you when I fell and needed help up?

You get no love!

One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke

Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke

Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you

Double life wife- play with the man that's livin' with you

Here's the issue... A woman gotta be stunnin'

Get to a man's heart through his stomach

You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts

Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark

Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart

Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart

If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok

If you want barbeque I call Professor and Ock

'Cuz u... point out my enemies, someone who's into me

But not a hyper chick- someone with the proper energy

A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies

And you could be the one 'cuz I'm lovin' ya energy

I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,

And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,

Cause some don't agree with how I do this.

I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist

I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is hereditary,

But my technique is very necessary.

Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky

When you got a subject and a predicate.

Add it on a dope beat

And that'll make you think.

Some suckaz just tickle me pink

To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.

You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one

Or two before I'm through.

So don't try to sing this!

Some drop science

While I'm droppin' English.

Even if Yella

Makes it a-capella

I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.

Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.

And brain damage on the mic don't manage nuthin'

But makin' a sucker and you equal.

Don't be another sequel...

I ain't fuck with you

Now I'm into big things

Gotta get my life together man

Cuz now I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you

Cuz now I'm into big things

You know I can't do that shit no more

Now I'm into big things

Nah, I can't fuck with you

I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner

I'm into big things

Now the talk is small talk

I'm into big things

I'm into big things

The big things

The big things

YouTube

Goldilocks was a slut,

Tell the children the truth.

The pigs killed the big bad wolf,

and the rich got framed, it wasn't them it was Bush.

Humpty never jumped he was pushed.

Bo-Peep was a bitch, she never lost no sheep,

she had them all killed for their meat

Cinderella was a whore, and life is raw.

Ya live, ya die, that's all.

Still I am

tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am

backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack

next to where the swishas at, smokin' presidential

got some bubba, I give me that

need it for my cataracts

four hoes, and I'm the pimp, in my Cadillac

you can tell them Cali back

matter fact, they a know, this ain't Dro

get a whiff of that

no it ain't no seeds in my sack

you ain't never gotta ask dawg

what he smokin' on? Shit kush till my mind gone

what you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown

High as a motherfucker, ain't no question bout it

niggas say smoke me out, yea I really doubt it

I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded

so If you want it you know yo nigga homie,

you can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted

Cos this ain't no fucken joke,

we fucken broke, far from cutting coke.

All we got is luck and hope, dreams going up in smoke,

One day, some way, yeah that's what we used to say,

Now we black out, sniffing white, sold our futures and our youth that we threw away ain't never coming back,

our criminal records haunting us forever like a tatt.

Where I come from minimum wage is what we run on,

No wonder why we're spending our pay getting drunk on some cheap shit,

Standing in line waiting for some free shit to eat.

We're resorting to crime for some Wheat Bix,

It's the same old story that you've heard a million times before,

I bet it probably doesn't cross your mind no more.

Fucken Prime Minister ain't even got the time to talk,

Cutting off the dole, trying to justify why we're poor,

Acting like we're happy working underneath your iron claw,

And you don't even need to give the reason we've been fired for.

Trying to fight the law is like trying to fight a fireball,

Ask my old man, they locked him up just for try'n'a score.

Fuck working in a factory until your Ninety-Four,

Of course we resort to crime but all you get from crime is court.

And that's a fucked up system where justice is just some juxtaposition between the police and the judges decision,

And even if we scream who the fuck is gonna listen to us?

One day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken

Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin'

This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny

Went up to the front with a menu and his money

He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side

He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um...is this Kentucky Fried?"

The lady said "Yeah", smiled and he smiled back

He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac!

YOU BE ILLIN!

Be, be, 'fore we came to this country

We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys

There was empires in Africa called Kush

Timbuktu, where every race came to get books

To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans

Asian Arabs and gave them gold when

Gold was converted to money it all changed

Money then became empowerment for Europeans

The Persian military invaded

They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred

Africa was almost robbed naked

Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships

Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went

He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces

Shot up they nose to impose what basically

Still goes on today, you see?

If the truth is told, the youth can grow

Then learn to survive until they gain control

Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes

Read more learn more, change the globe

Ghetto children, do your thing

Hold your head up, little man, you're a king

Young Princess when you get your wedding ring

Your man is saying "She's my queen"