Our most

Induring responsibility to future generations

They say God don't like ugly

Blessings are upon us

Bush hated niggas now the president's a brotha

Whether you in the gutter

Or your residence enormous

That sh*t don't matter

When death around the corner

Before your book of life ends

Recognize the author

All praise due things you do bring karma

Your seeds shouldn't eat

'Cuz you beefing with baby mama

Will be the one you need when police raid the corners

Ain't nothing but niggas fronting

Sh*tty drugs and drama

Girls who want prada

Women who want powder

Children are more violent

From living with less guidance

And don't learn respect 'til they bidding with old timers

You walk the same path now they road is wiser

A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence

Speak volume

Loud dudes ain't always liver

My city never sleep

I'm a born survivor

No matter how much money we invest

In our community

How many ten point plans

We propose

How many government programs we want

None of it will make a difference

Atleast not in our predicament

We also at the same time

Don't cease more responsibility in our own life

I slang base and that powder too

Team was the wildest crew

I seen what a dollar do

Broke nights fiend for a pot of food

Lean on the block rude cream got 'em popping tools

And they don't stop to get it get it

Four shots'll wet your fitted

Four cops'll get acquitted

I roll dolo

I don't ask for love

Niggas be acting up

Afterwords catching slugs

Every hood got heaters

Many generals defeated

Heavy metal pop frequent

The world crazy foul

How we suppose raise a child

Face a trial bail over eighty thou'

In the street life you game player

Haze make the pain clear

Eight days the same stare

So mama say a prayer 'cuz I'm out there

I'mma keep talking 'til they here

Providing guidance

To our children

Turning off the tv sets

Putting away the video games

Helping our children with their homework

Teaching our daughters to never allow

Images on television to tell what they're worth

Teaching our sons

To treat women with respect

That what makes them a man

Is not the ability to have a child but to raise one

I thought the block was all there was to life

Surfing on the drug sites

Meeting up at nights

And I got tired of roaming hall

Got wise to protocol

And I got mines with no regard

So all I know

Is all I show

So all I see

Before I go

That all I am is the truth with this land

And this roof over head

And this root to the futute fruits

Worth more than your gucci boots

I ain't trashing fashion I like to do me too

Still I'm guick to pop it off

With the model broad

Or with the molotov

Light rocks at your tank

Might make me take the safety off

And pop it in your bank like

You see me

I'm major

I told this story to a class of 9th graders

They saying f**k school

We some fly gangstas'

I gave 'em something that can change their life later

That's a message we need to send