The Message

Duration

2:29

Lyrics

Im back on my grind for a minute i had to fall back check da competition once i saw it was all wack went to the lab started cookin this raw track jus like a astronaut one small step A.C. really big place on a small map local rappers are actors baggy jeans and a small gat they all play parts til its soggy seams and all black no support beam out its all shattered backs cant clap up out here they all clappin back as soon as bodies start droppin da verdict is called they both call the generals say dat soldiers are fallen to the real families its more like angels are called it used to be real out here its all fake now used to get ya hustle and flow its all shake downs used to be bros before hoes its about cake now Atlantic City bodies on America's Favorite Playground its a place for the 21 & older but most kids wont see 21 or older niggas is ready to put the slugs all in ya shoulders we see more coroners than churches on the corner why cant we sip a corona on the corner without a mother getting a call her baby's a goner this shit need to stop now how many kids do we lose before we get the picture that killings the problem where the love at where the hugs at replace that everywhere you put the slugs at i dont wanna be the one that dies alone nor be the one that dies from chrome i wanna die at home i wanna see the era where kids aint killing kids nor babies having babies men respect the ladies government aint war crazy young put suits on like it was the 80's i cant do this alone im 1 man i need a million more who's wit me all you gotta do is put down the metal man come join a league of extraordinary gentleman