I don't do small talk
Less it's 125th & Lennox
This party and bullshit
Pushin me past the limits
Through rap or CNN
I'm tryna see past the gimmicks
While I see men spit anything for the green
Spinach
These video hoes is not the only ones
That's bare in these winters
I'm bearing towards my wits end
You bearing the witness
And Barry should get this
Sold hope for change
While their bank account remains
And the public school system only
Still service one intention
That's to keep the black males on a path to prison
Oil and blood spilling but the oil make trillions
The blood pass through
And make unwanted chirrens
Came to coast and shook the hand
That's chokin' progress
Dykes get saluted for not wearing a prom dress
But D. Lloyd expelled cause he didn't rock a belt
I'm trying to get y'all to put this thang
In proper context
I don't hate no race
I just love my skin
And I refuse any man that tell me that it's sin
So when we speak up on our demands
And the rights of common man
Their pundits and J-M-I could never put a spin
Revolution nor reality will never be televised
My desires to be free will never be set aside
Imma spit truth till it's blazin' a common fire
And burn their establishment right down to the wire
The story behind the wounds
The women, the booze
The winter of the soul killed the spring in the shoes
The trails of the clay
Thread the needle in the groove
The hope for tomorrow, the Delta Man's blues
The story behind the wounds
The women, the booze
The winter of the soul killed the spring in the shoes
The trails of the clay
Thread the needle in the groove
The hope for tomorrow, the Delta Man's blues
See, I see the situation bigger than us
A constant war between the good and evil
Livin in us
So the politics and economic ills that we encounter
Are the enemies attempt to put the nigga in us
Pass the blame like a torch to a flame
Bang the system
I refuse to be a victim
I'm the vessel of change
Pressure remains
Make a greater difference in my lifetime
Read to the kids
Show them how to write lines
Teach em bout stretching the muscles
And the mind
When the focus is the flesh
Life's a hustle and a grind
But hope ain't far fetched
When you one with the divine
Hope is raising your sons and watching em shine
You see this is what you can do
This is what a man do
Everything in life don't always happen
Like it's planned to
But if you throw the cards in
Then I don't understand you
5th will never fold
Can't quit till the fam cool
And even then...
The story behind the wounds
The women, the booze
The winter of the soul killed the spring in the shoes
The trails of the clay
Thread the needle in the groove
The hope for tomorrow, the Delta Man's blues
The story behind the wounds
The women, the booze
The winter of the soul killed the spring in the shoes
The trails of the clay
Thread the needle in the groove
The hope for tomorrow, the Delta Man's blues