Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air
Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear
A-hem, I’m a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nigga, I couldn’t much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors
Keep us spiralin’, goin’ backwards
At age nine, saw my first hate crime
Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line
Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine
Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined
Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine
Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine
The soul of Mumia in this modern day time
When the chemistry is there and the result is pure fire, why didnt these guys keep creating!?!? I’m convinced the body of work would have been above average.
Here are a few examples…
AZ & Statik Selektah
Memphis Bleek & 9th Wonder
Schoolboy Q & Alchemist
“Its so hard to get it, to get rid of it is easy….” -Punch
This track is too relatable til this day. One of those joints to get you through your hard times or on track during the good times
This track just brings me so much feeling of gratitude for what I have. Nothing extravagant but more than enough to enjoy in life. Most of us fall in the same bucket, what are we complaining about again!?..
Awww I love you too. Always dug this joint, it got a good celebratory feel to it.
R.I.P. Shawty Lo
Only a few are truly listening.