Peace - what’s happenin’ rookie? It’s been a while since I’ve been gone - I’m tryin to fall in Ain’t nothin’ new, shit, I keep it mannish It’s different now then when I was out - let’s examine
What’s happenin junior? What’s goin’ down? How the women actin’? Heard you was crushin’ ‘em in the town Look good don’t they - hell yeah, you shoulda saw The ones last week at the mall - hella raw
And all trying to come up - like video queens So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things But be careful though, you’ll get caught up - know what you doin' Fuck around and be a teenage pop - and life is ruined
How ya mama doin’? She cool? Is that right? Seen ya sister last week at the bank - lookin’ tight Keep your eyes on her - ‘cause niggas, nowadays Always looking for some new ones to train - so many wayz
And I’m amazed - but not amused as such We all brothers but some of us getting caught in the clutch Another, day go by, another, day’s the same Another, day of stife, I say a, prayer for change
But I can’t complain, and if I did so what? The best we can do is try to find the truth and come up I’m still bangin’ on these tracks still keep hope for us Yeah I’m back, still rough on wax and still bustin’
Everybody gotta do they own thang Seem the whole world goin’ insane Before we see sun it’ll be rain We lay low, we lay low, lay low
Everybody tryin’ to maintain Brothers gonna work it out in the end ‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain And they know, and they know, they know
What’s on ya mind? What, ya homie died? Over what, some bull shit? Is that right I known him since back in the days - we was tight Used to date his older sister back in late '85
I just wonder why? This shit don’t make no sense How many gotta die before these niggas convinced Death is final every day for my people I’m prayin Seen so many lose our futures fucked around by the game
A motherfuckin’ shame... Another life is ruined Know you wanna ride but gunnin for them niggas is useless See we all confused, damn - but everything is a test Don’t let ego and emotions be the reason you slip
Cause though ya boys might all, fall for doin’ wrong Friends drop like drawers, nobody mobbin’ like the law And we don’t need no more in the pen or at war It’s open season every brotha on the street is a target - believe
Everybody gotta do they own thang Seem the whole world goin’ insane Before we see sun it’ll be rain We lay low, we lay low, lay low
Everybody tryin’ to maintain Brothers gonna work it out in the end ‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain And they know, and they know, they know
Now even though I’m anti-pop, I still rise And though it seem it ain’t gon’ stop - I still rise Above this bullshit hip-hop - I still rise Supply - wise words disguised in rhyme verse
I curse - what these niggas is sayin’ ain’t nothin’ real Just fairy tales of pimpin’ these sistas and making mail I see ‘em pose, see the bitchy roles they play See these videos is shitty - see the way we portrayed
See these sellin’out acts that’s sellin’ out rap Bleed wanna be macks with powerhouse tracks Redefine black manhood - defy the lie we rise up Fuck this bullshit - survival or die
See em thuggin’ niggas muggin with that criminal pout See ‘em frown in every photo - see that shit in they mouth See ‘em tatted lookin’ battered chasin’ pussy and weed They making hookers outtas queens - every video feed
I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack Every record every act has gotcha thinkin’ it’s black To act a fool chasin’ pussy like it’s hard to get I see these crackas think it’s cool bein’ niggas for chips
I split jiggabo chins, analyze these trends If it’s down to me and them I’m sendin’ flowers to kin Ain’t nothin’ easy in this world - struggle makes the man Don’t let these motherfuckas do you - understand the plan and believe
Everybody gotta do they own thang Seem the whole world goin’ insane Before we see sun it’ll be rain We lay low, we lay low, lay low
Everybody tryin’ to maintain Brothers gonna work it out in the end ‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain And they know, and they know, they know