No place to hide, ain't no place to go man
These niggaz in the game they done lost control man
They stuck on that love shit and pretty thug shit
IF thats what life in this field is about, let me rest and say fuck it
Ain't no more meanin to this rap shit, of course its tragic
My pen tells the story from the source of my madness
Things done changed, these niggaz ain't maintainin shit
Between music and real life you know theres no relationship,
Yo that Qweli and Thought, had me ready to box
so id slip on my gloves,spit over beats of the lox
And that slum village had my mind relaxed like a sedative
but now its hit after hit, words just gone repetitive
Kill or be killed? my lord yall must've lost your visual
til they steppin over bodies in this is war--its critical
so ths is my effort to all my rap critics, for all my black fisted ready to ride for the cause of our ability just to act different
from the lies we've been forced to live
if you lookin for that real shit, you already know what it iz.
and I'm gone...

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