my thoughts are to onslaught those not close ta hardknocks
from just one dose of yar bomb thats not enough to come
to the parts where im from
out the heart n my lungs, thru my mouth n thru the tongue
I talk about smarts to those who are dumb
to put on charts or to look on up towards the stars beyond
i am armed to rob with a strong target on remarks gone wrong
so keep marchin on n pardon us hip hop artists of 2000 plus
and once my albums done, bloodhounds shall rush into the
stores, apartment n cars as a vulture would
Lord, let my story run when my corpse dissolves
thats what this warrior does
so i could support my mom who mourns her son
to afford a bodyguard before her harm
sound alarms for the young to warn
because they're walkin towards the palms of a foreign cause
your souls will be the form of tarter sauce
if all control is lost n ya spar with God
so i hope ya got an important job
dont resort to explore the oz n ignore the odds of scoring love
or become the poorest scrub on the floor at clubs
cuz sure enough your world's crushed cuz the doors get locked