Twisted

They had his life story twisted as he plotted his death in advance outsmarting his enemies evading cops and *****es People hated him they wanted him dead They said that he was good for nothing Humiliated him showed him as a negative image in the public trying to take him down Telling the viewers he is nothing but a thug and a negative role model to the children But that’s what racist people do they care less about a nigga that trying to make a change and get out the gang life He was a poet, a rapper and a political leader in many of his fans' eyes Always encouraging them to hold on and stay strong things will get better and tomorrow will be a better day He was a motivator speaker always helping the poor and the hood He wasn’t afraid to claim where he came from He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind when things weren’t right A lyrical genius that had his enemies spook and fans confuse A lot of rap stars were envy of him because they weren’t as real and talented as him So they started riots and destroyed his sense of humor tried to drive his fans away from him They wanted him to fall And his life couldn’t get any worser when he was shot five times in Manhattan by two armed men On his way to the studio not knowing he was going to get shot He was set up by a snake that acted like he was his homie I guess his rapping buddy didn’t know what hit him Because he had to take the blame while the true phony set in the background and orchestra the hit And the one who did it is still living repping bad boy records signing people and then sacrificing them just to rank higher and get up to the highest club It’s a shame how can you still hold your guilt for so long for almost killing your own kind You’re still being controlled by a white man you didn’t even shed a tear when your homie die instead you celebrated Because you knew on the business side you were going to blow up You’re a cold hearted person and the only thing you care about is money and fame Selling your soul and going through gay rituals just for money man you gotta be mess up And my guy was marked for death because he wouldn’t **** Quincy Jones in the ass So what is the music industry all about? Do you really have to sell your soul and do gay things or sex orgy in order to get what you want which is money and fame Man ya got it all twisted because I thought that you rise to the top because of your talent Not doing insane things like changing your religious and worshipping the devil or sending many of your fans souls to hell doing blood sacrifices or voodoo killing people Man this game is dirty all the real people are either dead or gone somewhere far hiding from the secret societies that’s trying to kill them And now we’re stuck with these phony ungodly rappers on TV That sold their soul and did crazy things to get where they are at Now what type of example are these so call rappers to the children in my community They are nothing but puppets slaves that has to take orders from their boss in order to sell records What a shame but nobody will never be the greatest like Makaveli retire from the rap game and still making millions While people are selling their souls trying to make a million