Gimme the reason why it was brother season Within easton yo I strive to survive to kill the feeling Yeah some brothers buggin' money mad trying to look dappa Selling shit giving out licks or pimping out the slappa's So for the first chapters I reminisce for a deceased Who died for one lve balling our peace! Or my brother who got blast in his chest for fate Shakespeare said life is a stage I call it fate Well anyway I kinda watching my front cause certain friends are full of crap Yeah it's a damn shame with their mind games Plus no life aims here this rudeboy I dis em out like cocaine They got crap aims and crap reason's to fight me Because they like.. move yourself I ain't no patzie Yeah.... it's kinda strange how some people change While societies spitting faster than a terry's chocolate orange Chuh cause someone once said life ain't fair I care for my brothers but brothers don't care So yo I live by God and not he gun And get ready for the forth coming talking with my son about the seeds
Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know
Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know
Blunted on reality meditate to the system But when he's born like kuntah kenteh watch me lift him To the stars and the panets and not tha phallic's Just sun, stars and talks about mars I got to have it The only bit of innocence that I ever had From my a semen from my father from my grandads Grandson in london to educate one not just books I travelled the world like lisa not dumb While sucker sippah's living life for face value Think yourbrand new but you ain't changing so damn you Lost souls who never moved on with their shoes on In a situation that they can't improve on Kinda sad situation bad if you live like that shit can send you mad So yo I don't because I won't so watch me buss This power in perception rudeboy and not justice That's why I love this documentary on reality Within society my principality is To live by God and not the gun And get ready for the forth coming Talking with my son about the Seeds
Back on street guying off phony person's Leave me alone as the spirituality dead smelling aroma's of frauds Got caught in the ego and didn't see the cloud On that robert de niro mate talking out loud Acting to put the fear right back in Your cerebellum but first I tell 'em facts And certain heads are swelling Because they don't like the rythm For some it's easier to tell than to listen so listen Realism and truth ain't the same wave Within the brainwave check the difference The order is to maintain Throughout the struggle and the strife Because if is the middle word within the word life wordlife So I live by God and not the gun So I live by God and not the gun So I live by God and not the gun And get ready for the forth coming Talking with my son about the Seeds
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