I Refuse Limitation (feat. Backbone)

One time

Uh, for these freaky hoes, I lust

But I'm still flickin' ashes, a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust

But that's they thing, a lot of us fall victim somehow

But that's that game, won't try to explain

From books to bricks

Now I look, see crooks and tricks caught up in the mix

Of everyday in every way but the right

I control the substance my people fiend for at night

Lord knows I do wrong

Sound like the same old song a lot of **** singin'

Homeboys, conceal your weapons

'Cause ain't gon' be no smokin' section in Heaven

No more be buckin' your luck, seven eleven on the first roll

Don't let the streets rock and roll your soul

Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights

Gunshots, roadblocks, sidewalks and ice

You sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout

Now what the fucks we 'bout, I'm back home from the bullshit

Puttin' in work, meanwhile, others dug ditches

And covered themselves in dirt, one squirt

And you locked down forever

Can't run from reality, lurin' you closer and closer away

To the same old traps, snap, you never learn from your mistakes

So now you wear this ass whoopin' with pride

What side you on? It wasn't no I in team

Only in your dreams, saturated with schemes

Yeah, you right, God gon' deal with you

Fallin' from His grace, rookie moves cause shifty game

And thirty days, I'm blessed

In the hole, but that's till I go to the state federal

Penitentiary, yeah

I could've did my time standin' on one feet

But see, I fucked up royally, thought I was slick

Them herpes havin' ass crackers change my big check to six

Times with Dean Whitaker with the sermon of the day

But when I go to sleep, I don't dream no more, I just lay

A wise man knows his limitations

Concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues

I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose

This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose

I just can't settle for these streets, shawty, I refuse

That's the shit I like, Lord got the door

Shot down to the pavement, remove your hat under the ceiling

Of this building, a rebuff from the usher of sorts

Deacons leading hymns, rooted stems

Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems

Got skimp with your bags, boulders become shoulders to depend on

Which way to explore, reform

Refrain, we came in flame

Every thought you walk through the trail's hell, airborne for more

Clone me, replace me with me, another nation inside a nation

Out the land of Scots, suction cups to the test tube, layer of skin

Supply the crust and we'll mix the fruit

Gun shows supplied me in the hour of need, watch 'em bleed

Aryan nation be the dealer, now who's the killer?

That's the shit I like, that's the shit I like

Uh, puttin' forth the effort to make a change

Not doin' a lot of talkin' 'bout it, what's your game?

You slippin', you can't never do that

That's when you get jacked for your life

Over your emotions runnin' wild like salamanders

Swim in Southwest creeks, feelin' incomplete, another story

Livin' in glory, back to your hands, you had it

Value lost, it wasn't worth it, look what it costed

Your life, young ****

Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger

You better think fast or get swept off your feet

****, it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate

The minds of knuckle heads that want to be

Base heads, don't say I didn't tell you

'Cause you gon' see in the future

I hope I don't have to shoot you, if you switch

Went from hardcore to beggin' like a bitch

Revolutions good to bad, hoods to rags, real **** to fags

What's the news? But I refuse to lose

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues

I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose

This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose

And I just can't settle for these streets, shawty, I refuse

Well, I woke up this morning with the same frustration from

Situations like these

Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies

No high school diploma or any college degrees

I can't enlist, but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas

Oh, please, of course I can slice some OZ's

But see, I'm one of those aspiring emcees, and uh

Bills are due, so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees

But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees

So my uniform's tight, workin' all night at Mickey D's

Got about ninety dollars and some change

After the government get they fees

These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies

Purposely, it's limitations on Black folks opportunities

So I quit 'cause I'm tired of bein' one of those

Overworked, underpaid employees

Stop carin' at all, went on and did a few small burglaries

It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories

And I ain't gettin' away with nothing because I know he always sees

But see, right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold

I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold

They gon' get high, so I'ma get my money even if it's freezin' cold

Now how many times you done heard this story told?

Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies

But dependencies is eatin' away at they souls like disease

Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies

Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies

And the crime rate never drops, so the cops ride around in threes

I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze

They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies

In a dim lit room, bein' questioned by these authorities

And they gave me some time in correctional facilities

Now, my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities