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Karma

The muslims say assalaam alaikum The jews say shalom But there isn't any peace in the home My grandmother just called the police on the neighbors across the street cause they don't get along She thinks they are selling that "cane" And since they moved in, the neighborhood hasn't been the same When you angry with life you need someone to blame And when you hurt in life you want anesthesia for the pain When bad days turn to months and then turn to years Sometimes you are crying inside and no body sees the tears So much is going on people don't see But beyond that I got something I to teach About whatever you sow "that" you will truly reap Now I know I ain't talkin to farmers but I know y'all some people that know about Karma Like when my boi Matt didn't pay his tithes and his car wouldn't start up And He had to start catching that marta He thought he was smarta But God proved to be smarta If you play hard with Him He'll play harder And if you got a seed, a little boi or daughter Make sure you tell'em you love'em and give'em that water Man! We need some fathers But ain't no body fathering fathers So we got a generation thats caught up In retail and tearing the mall up And little girls growing up looking for ballers The fertilizer of pop-culture and the hood is mass producing a generation of Shoulds and coulds Should be better, They could be better If they would pursue character than that cheddar But it starts in the home and the home starts in us If we can't confide in our parents then who can we trust Train a child,raise a child in the way they should go And when they're old they'll be sure not to depart Because of that seed you placed in they're heart Plant a seed in your seed And watch the fruit Whatever is placed in them is what they'll produce

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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