Moral to the Story Video (MV)

Filth streets dark nights
Real dreams crushed life
All was a warning
What's the moral to the story
Death after death
Til ain't no one left
None of this foreign
What's the moral to the story
Broken homes and hardship
Joking though to pardon
Lots and lots of mourning
What's the moral to the story
Hustle after hustle
Self proclaimed muscle
Garbage for glory
I'm the moral to the story
Yea, I'm the moral to the story
Yea, I'm the moral to the story
Yea , I'm the moral to the story
Yo, we the moral to the story
So you ask, what's the moral to the story
Parents worried, bout making money hurried
There's mouths to feed, so these lines get blurry
Hit the streets, make a stack sellin flurries
Rob a lick to keep the lights on ya heard me
Bait and switch pull the strap and they scurry
But got nothing left, for an attorney
Easy case for a jury, not debated
Single parent household, pops incarcerated
Dilapidated minds and they black so they hated
Never the less, the lifestyle, escape it
The oldest son hit the books and concentrated
Sometimes agitated, dreams fading, but not complacent
No hatred for pops, he wanted his son to make it
And he graduated, then left the hood evacuated
Moral of the story, life is what you make it
Filth streets dark nights
Real dreams crushed life
All was a warning
What's the moral to the story
Death after death
Til ain't no one left
None of this foreign
What's the moral to the story
Broken homes and hardship
Joking though to pardon
Lots and lots of mourning
What's the moral to the story
Hustle after hustle
Self proclaimed muscle
Garbage for glory
I'm the moral to the story
Yea, I'm the moral to the story
Yea, I'm the moral to the story
Yea , I'm the moral to the story
Yo, we the moral to the story
Minorities with struggles
Enormity conform with me or qurantines so subtle
Normally they'll rush you
Torn between the wars in streets
Corporate greed will cut through
Cornered in affording things or laundering so much moves
Time is never on pause, get lost
We stationary of course
Tick tock, lift off, exhaust
Laying heat but not pissed off
End all men yall life forms when agendas set off
War on drugs attacking the black men, back then
Strip us thin, then indictment
No enlightenment
Homes were broken, Planted coke then, comatosing, honor stolen
'We love you guys' where them folks went
Expectations are crushed, they Blazing it up, traits of disgust
So they end up raising them chumps
Paying for what
401k's are with us
They aiming at us
Homie I ain't making this up!
Filth streets dark nights
Real dreams crushed life
All was a warning
What's the moral to the story
Death after death
Til ain't no one left
None of this foreign
What's the moral to the story
Broken homes and hardship
Joking though to pardon
Lots and lots of mourning
What's the moral to the story
Hustle after hustle
Self proclaimed muscle
Garbage for glory
I'm the moral to the story
Yea, I'm the moral to the story
Yea, I'm the moral to the story
Yea, I'm the moral to the story
Yo, we the moral to the story