yo this is for them days that s gone sit back and reminisce and play this song ya some of us got left the rest is bravin on i face the storm just holdin a split and facin calm i watch these mother fuckers fakin strong tryn a take us on cut throat killers playas that s really pawns game got their brains chained to paper chases dragged on i babel on the whole past the war path where i was born swords clash again to 144 gats that change the form scatterin fire battles for hire dismantlin the system of liars devils conspire the spirit of a sniper inside of a scripture writer and decipher with some simple shit killin fictitious rhymers seein suspicious vipers circle streets we restrained in raised in containing this game of death we play to win every day they takin us in creatin ways to make this shit a safer place for them to rape us again i hate the government business the way the livin has been the industry i m sick of seein stupidity segregatin skin sick of men that disrespect women but i m also sick of chickens that s just playin the stereotypes they given i ain t got no wisdom i shut the fuck up and listen identify the bullshit and keep the knowledge hidden i can hear you i just ain t feelin you there s a difference and i don t hate on no one i just put up resistance you know the business y all know the routine you know the way it is and how it ought to be and what s the difference between you know the scene and the motherfuckin mainstream reality a strange dream everything s a war pick your team we addicted to cream hearin chicago machine and every area inside of the scheme we call american the nation of the plantation babylon system we battlin for liberation while they place us in prisons but no one listens kid i know the majority s sittin dissin givin last child s criticism over what i m spittin and meanwhile i m slittin my wrists with pages that i ve written just to let some mother fuckers know how bad it s gettin but fuck it pay me no mind takin my time shakin every mistake from my fuckin life off my slide creatin a rhyme that s dedicated to wasting away and askin why flashin at the sky waiting on god to cry we gotta get high cuz soon enough we hit the ground why should we look ahead when no one seems to give a shit now livin in sound so y all don t see me but your eyes can be deceived easily y all believe me so til the police leave until the streets live and breathe until we all rich and ain t nobody in need until i see some politicians bleed for everything that they could have done but didn t cuz of greed until we all free fuck the world pass the weed life ain t what it seems y all we chasin fantasies i m planning on patiently persevering passively ask your seeds why we do this ain t no future to me shoot the breeze off the new beats while stupid emcees confuse me for another victim of their useless conceive true to my rhymes and true to my mind y all can t compete cuz like the late david ginsberg i m fucking unique rest in peace