Way of the World(More of What I See)

they're dyeing to be tested
got itchy trigger fingers restless weapons
this young boys are wretched
and with the ratchet they're reckless

its a sick progression
you can get hit in a split second
as the violence keeps progressing
everybody fetching weapons

but even with a gun you can still be victims
but if they tell the dogs to sic em
I know how to Mike Vick em

cause they don't listen to rational reasoning
only thing they understand is clapping and squeezing

grandmothers wondering how they got so foul
in the church pews praying Lord save my child

but he been kick by the struggle
and hit with the hustle
you heard his story a million times he gone bubble

it seem like its nothing new under the city sky
in this cycle of foolishness we live and die

world wide its genocide in every hood
but the block is always hiring, plus the pay is good
no 401k or stock options so we
think a sound investment is playing the lottery

or trying to double a package,find a cheaper connect
and dodge the hustler hunters with quick step

its hard to convince them to give that block up
when his only concern is to get that gauc up
so he gets his beast on like he is Chewbaca
but what usually happens is he ends up locked up

I represent the man who walked away from the game
at the bus stop standing in the pouring rain
with his mind on his J.O
and hardly a day go
by
when he don't get the urge to back slide
walking in this new light
a new man a new life
made his old girl his new wife 
promised to do right
plus one more to his two strikes he'll do life
and through life he's seen more crap than two dice.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008



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Date: 12/24/2009 11:38:00 AM
damn. this is mad strong yo. wish my bro could see this. maybe one of these days ill sit him down and have him read it. proud of yah for getting out of that life. i feel the back slide too. peace my niggah, and merry xmas <3 always, Rain
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