My queried conversation leads angels' hearts to tell lies.
Those devilish tears they do cry to side sympathy with pride.
With no internal shine they buy bling and in high times sing rhymes on crimes that only in minds have they seen.
And like crack they attack the simple souls of our kids who can't graduate on time, but know the new “soulja boy jigg”.
So potent these misquotents on the only ways to survive …
Has my brothers killing brothers... Leaving children, mothers, and wives.
This time no slave masters for we're enslaving ourselves, selling off our women and culture for but a portion of the wealth.
Hustlin for businesses that we don't own, in homes that we got on loan, livin in a duplex with a two tone slab on 28's……all chrome.
Disillusioned are these conclusions there's no escape from the hood, these misguided miscreants tarnishing the appearance of those who work hard to live good.
Unelected representatives what fools we have become you must turn your fingers inward for these are your neglected ones.
Turn these liars to the fire spell out confessions in smoke.
Bring our leaders back, build in unity, mend these homes that have broke.
Gather the flock that are our children, use the village to raise them right.
So they may grow with stability and understand the true value of their life.