All I see is misery and pain, institutionalized picture me insane, I will never make it in history in fame
Where will my momma be if I'm gone, nothing cant bring me down when I'm strong
I had to hustle for money, bust a couple off now a couple more coming
Angels peep this, sought my deepest thoughts
Others playin' gettin' built up, talkin' 'bout they're "real thugz"
Till they end up in caskets, and bodybagz sent ta an address
Money makin' themes what we call a scheme, in the Brooks' we all gotta dream
To be somethin', but blacks see nothin', angered keep cussin'
We went from slaves in chains, to murderin bitches with razor blades, stocks low and my family recovering major wage, God said in the seven days the Savior came
Soul down in the pits and Hell is hot
And, I cant hear the Devil talkin'
I'm hearin' suckers rappin' bout nothin, they think appearance, lust, and fashion bout somethin'
Hear this, real shit
When all this singin' shit stop, I shame the devil and keep 'em pissed off, real niggaz resurrectin' and bringin' hiphop
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