this for the soldiers stay strong my niggas stay up my niggas leavin the cut in a rage loadin up my mac goin to my crib to get my 12 gauge one of my boys just got shot huh fuckin around in that million dollar spot a educated brother didn t have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge part of the plan to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man every two weeks i see sam pitchin out my check with no respect but i still don t give a damn becaause i gotta make my dough my kill rocked down til i started seein cash flow everything happens for a reason choose the season to commit the perfect treason who brought me to the land of unfree man to move about and catch trout by the dozens even had my cousin locked down at the feet shackled a one way seat to milledgeville nigga this real how can you kill another when it s your brother still standing i never thought about talked about what i did just experimented life as a young gump them days long gone school bells done rung no mo spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair slow mo custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries scary if i ever had to plot again needin my stick gidgets to pidgits moves to philly and the crew nothin else to prove fold a plot like chrome salt lick teddy bears in the college student s room speed gipp got that too watch that dude inspect that fool still standing unscathed cause this is pain this for soldiers to feel mc s are running out of things to say radio stations are running out of songs to play still standing unscathed cause of pain this for soldiers to feel mc s are running out of things to say radio stations are running out of songs to play on the sick side of south central 33rd avenue block 600 workers have wash and car details the ese s got the fresh chevrolet s for sale twenty g s or better the whole neighborhood tanked up what on the fortress walls there is no letters buddha say the bloods are strictly outnumbered they beseiged on the beats goodie mo b run the creeps y all can have the streets asphault caught many suckers slippin on wet floors we puttin out the signs on krokers c i t y such a pity bein suckled dry like a newborn on his momma s titty before i retired i hit twenty true to cellulite with big room pesquite on the porch poundin like cartoon ennis old school efforts through the sunday down crenshaw sparkin zoned out off the ink for life goin through time and metal detectors i can t take my weapon and i can t be no dope dealer cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga plus i can t keep up with them keys locked in the fo do backseat drivers havin out of body experiences wakin up somewhere else still standing  yeah each and every element that exists in this universe is manifested from a thought first through the inner mind s eye of the unseen power in the sky gave birth to mother earth and all it s worth to you and i this most loved invention my conciousness is an extension of him yet i m flesh and bone with a mind of my own to dig deeper than the surface whether i learn from your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose it s amazing how the streets do the majority of raising of children who end up dead before hearing what you said and it s sad so all i can write about is what i had interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad it seems like abortion when i just write a small portion it s either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born young minded and blinded in those days i didn t want to have a thought that i couldn t raise nurture and care for be there for help prepare for the times ahead when someone doesn t agree with what is said huh and if they did don t get all arrogant cause that s my kid just be thankful that it s good and somebody overstood now the listener in here want the same flow but i gotta let it grow clever enough to let it go if i don t wanna rap no mo and i ll make sure that no one ever forgets it s immortalized forever on wax cd s and casettes and when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten the life cycle starts all over again and i was granted this music as my soulmate to procreate and give back what i was given a life worth livin and i am still standing unscathed pain is for suckers to feel mc s are running out of things to say and radio stations running out of songs to play shit we still standing unscathed and pain is for suckers to feel huh and mc s running out of things to say 