It was written in stone that alone on a throne in the sky is where he'd b 2 oversee the being that is me or us, 2 cuss and fuss is not 4 us,but it is a must 2 live
A time 2 4give and give love freely and b merry
but the very thought of that is scary because its written in us 2 hereditarily b wary of everyone...including those we call kin
So the gin has become my friend until friends become friends again...til my heart can truly mend again, but then again when can we truly win again to become friends...
2 share love and hugs instead of war and death, with the taste of sulphur on our breath we step closer 2 giving our soul 2 the other and i won't dignify it by saying it's name
this game is a shame, hustle and bustle 4 the fame that remains 2 untamed, but yet we try 2 get it anyway hoping we can make a difference
but evil is persistant and sometimes we don't even try 2 stop it
we just let go of the wheel and wait 2 see what happens
Niggaz keep rapping 2 toes tapping and asses shaking, amongst the gun-clapping, Because we sing songs about wrong cause it's hard 2 see right that's why I write from nighttime 2 daylight because a revolutionary is born 2 fight trying 2 get from the darkness 2 see the light
cause when we're all happy he's happy...