(Hey everyone, hope you been all-grain-wood good. Had to drop in for a sec, hopefully back in Feb '09 to tune back into y'all's writings etc. In the meanwhile...hope this makes it into my - postponed - mixtape)



{chorus over the Organ intro}

{verse o}
I gotta write, I gotta deal with the fact that I need a deal,
And it seems like I'm so far from being ready for a deal,
I need to scream, my heart beats harder as chase for the cream gets harder, uh
It's complicated, the dreeeam to see me 'n our people where we s'pposed to be,
But what are we supposed to do?, Not get it done? Nah, not an option,
So, to that pursuit, I don't pick up a pen on paper cos, I got my cursor on the screen,
which shows I'm ballin', so it seems, but, it jus' a facade,
Oh yea, I gotta write, I gotta deal, with the fact its cheaper - mo' betta - to ink my demons
than, pay per hour while I seat on the doctor's love seat, (hell naw!!*),
I'm on auto-cure, Gotta cure myself,
Picture me, ask myself, "So, how does that make you feeeel?"
Then turn around and answer myself, "It makes me feel like `uhh?`", I gotta write,
I gotta deal with the fact that I gotta pay for my siblings' schoolfees so they can see the other side of the story, You feel me?

{chorus - repeat however manytimes to fill up 8 bars}
C'mon** Uhh*
C-c'mon Uhh
I-I-I-I I*** gotta write hot shit
C'mon** Uhh*
C-c'mon Uhh
I-I-I-I I**** gotta write hot shit


{verse oo}
"You gotta do whatchu gotta do" is what you say when you about to do what you not supposed to do,
Creditors and bill collectors, hounding folks and that's what they s'pposed to do,
But uh, huh, I'm at the point where im so broke,
the roaches in my crib moved out,
talkin' 'bout "Uh Goodbye Folk!"
Oh, thas how it's gon' be roach?
All the good times you had on my food, and this is what it came d-down to?
Mr. Roach said,/ "Its one thing to pretend/ gov'ment cheese is gourmet cheese,
but yet another, to think manna gon' fall down from heaven,
So, we helpin ourselves so heaven gon' help us"
No wonder, Detroit auto fuckin up, cos they have no idea wha' the people going through,
Bid'ness 101 bieetch, know your market!,
How you look like,+ takin a Maybach to soup kitchen, to beg for food in Washington,
so you can keep makin' (what?) shit-ington? ...
Oh it's criminal, the bail bondsman is the government,
The govmt gon' bail out the wall streets,
But the govmt broke, so who gon' bail out the bailiff? (ha!, it's the china) This song is adjourned

{chorus}

{bridge, then back into chorus}
The People, come from The ContinenT, Uh huh, uh, uh, you say Africa (x3)
I got in the game for the love of music, But you say Africa is my RAISON D’ÊTRE, And I agree ahhhh

{chorus to the end}

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