Standin on my balcony i see the SLUM VILLEGS where we are called ghetto prisoners
not in DETRIOT, but in dc where T3's come to take our young men and lead them astray
minds trianed, only to return to life with thoughts of pistol play
in my bars im reporting past the starts to reach the TRINITY
To inform higher powers about the actions of our en-ne-mies
but my words stay TAINTED,
I seen true pain when my momma fainted off the blood that was painted
My reactions, were to act in what direction?
i move past relfection to spread knowledge in all directions off the battle of BATTANS infection
Through the process of rejection by my father i looked at my life and said "why bother"
I rather learn lessons from my man ELZH
Until i realize the thoughts i vizulized where nuthin but dreams
Life is more than it seems, way past reality
I pray before I go
To be more than just a fatality
But God told me thats just his way of him speakin, so out of SLUM VILLEGS my hands are reachin, for better days
so many lay diyin to find a better way
Therefore if i have to sariccfice my soul for the cause i rather have it no other way