as i look from my perch over metro streets
buildings pop out the ground like fresh weeds
u can't really stop the growth, no, they choke nature
minus the manicured lawns and city trees
and we buzz from petal to petal, honey bees
but life ain't sweet, still we flutter wings
try to speak to the people, commence to stuttering
cuz deep inside me's a piece of the same thing
that turns young scholars, to vicims of drug collars
a glimpse of the green, what we see can be mean
intent to deceive, a ghetto mirage
painted vivid, minimal work and fast cars
its an age old tale, hood life & jail cells
bullets in school yards to dodge, innocent fell
and we as the church fail, to Christ we pale
in comparison, get off your tail, and battle hell....

~sicknature~ My financial skills/discipline need Jesus. -J-Skivvy

****We need more Pharoahe Monch!!!****