The hold evil

Had on my ppl

Wasn’t illegal

Our souls

Pre disposed to the needle

Since we was fetal

Justational diabetes

Generational treaty’s

But hope was inherited

Written in Cursive graphetti

Unmerited favor

Favor for a favor

Our neighbors in our hood split

Down the middle

Dogs in the kennel mentally illequipped

Twisting the staring wheel of the rental

With our fists

How I’m my brothers keeper

When I help the reaper blow him a kiss

How we can we not co-exist

Without weed smoke in the mist

High minded

Narcs break up the prayer meeting looking for narcotics

The Father Holy so we gotta be

But only profit we pre occupied with is monopoly

We get money, then go to jail and they foreclose our properties

Plot twist removing all the Pac lyrics from our discography

Obviously get back to modesty

Destroying fallacy

Jeremiah 31:8

On my mind constantly

I can’t consciously let sin continue to conquering me

Yeah I’m free now

The lambs blood paid for the shopping spree

Satan had his way with my people made us a mockery

No father figure

That should paint the picture properly

I mean if you look at us

Our status in Deuteronomy

Reads like a hood classic

And one of a child prodigy

It’s no apology that could take the pain

Of the poverty

When it come to prophecy

All I can see is what the Prophets see

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