Lyrics

I look around and see the struggle of the modern youth Never going school for 'nuff of them is never nothing new I look at life and try figure how to love the world I guess I gotta start with my soul and try and love myself But that's a lot of love, me I'm runnin' kinda dry That's why I spent a lot of time tryna hide behind the high And I can tell ya man you'll never find a place to hide They sell you on the dream of some escape but that's a state of mind I keep on diggin' for the truth but really need to bail I'm diggin' up the dirt and gettin' politics benеath my nails If I could run away and find myself a place to move Whеre everybody livin' was entitled to a plate of food Then I would disappear, just as if I was never here Quicker than the words being said could ever hit your ears But I know this ain't a place that I could live to see A place where everybody's free of poverty and misery And where I rest li'l kids are being killed a lot By other li'l kids who run up deep enough to fill the block I sit and cry about the friends that I ain't gonna see And kids who run around like it's a gangster that they wanna be I shed a tear for any parent with a child who passed And anybody livin' through the struggles of the aftermath I know it's hard to laugh sometimes it's hard to cry People keep on askin' for your help but you can't reply It's not a song you hear me singing it's a way of life Anything you've taken from this world you gotta pay the price And when I sit and take a breath to readjust my strengths And build another bridge 'cause I've learnt that I could trust my friends Reunited on the other side of emptiness With words to make the rebels of this world wanna clench a fist And every players got the cards that their dealer dealt I sit and write about my life and how the things I see have felt It's like I'm walkin' with my Guinness through the street I dwell And tell the truth I'm feeling like I'm burning in a sea of hell And when I'm dead I bet I'm turnin' in my grave for them The youths that are traveling this path that we pave for them 'Cause it's a bitter taste in venom that I feed upon I try my very best to be the best on any beat I'm on And overall I leave a lot of what I do to fate And hustle with these numbers that you find between the 2 and 8 'Cause any time, I could hustle up a couple O's And rustle up some money like a Texan with some buffalo's And it's the way I live, or else I wouldn't say I do And every time I gotta shot a bag of weed it's de ja vu 'Cause I've done it before I'm not ashamed to say I'd do it all again if there ain't nothing else to save the day It's just my regular way to feed my many needs I'm watchin' all my pennies 'cause it's pounds that the pennies breed Some are yapping from the mouth that the Henny feeds Tryna overcome but any minute's when my head exceeds I'm in this room full of puppies and their pedigrees The kittens and their cats in the flats like a den of thieves And never doubt, I'm the heart that will never freeze Soul that will never sell, spirit that will never leave I'm like the energy of everything you've ever seen The king of dreams, shadows of reality is self esteem Self redeemed, believe me, hell I've seen I returned unscathed and sold the tale for beans Never doubt, what I shout's from a place I feel I see a thousand faces only ten of them will face the real And all I'm saying is tomorrow's full of hate to spill Another generation of young who think it's great to kill Think about it man, that's all I ever wanna cause A new chain of thought, bring your horrors to the holocaust