Decisions, Decisions

"Atlanta – gateway to the South"

Yeah...

It's gotta be right...

It's a strain, mayne, living in these veins, mayne

Sucking on a piece of sugar cane, jerking chain

Take the wind out the throat

We'll never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak

Who's the new wave? Ideas, fingertips carry language

Computer read, half dead remove swimsuits for greenbacks

I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin' new product

Women puttin' theyself in positions to get cut up

Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?

Nothin' but them Goodie!

Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush

We caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers

Rivals, but the South remain calm

Neutral, when we said "blood" that meant

Homeboys ending each other's lives

Over colors and thangs, that they couldn't bring

To the next plane, prostitutes in blue, badges

Who are the biggest gangs?

In Babylon, dying slowly but surely

Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers

On the loose like Juice

And White America couldn't stand it

LAPD planted, incriminating evidence

Jurors under Gag Order

But we talking outside the courtrooms

Shooting birds at the judges

(Fuck!) Fuck Texaco employees shouting racial slurs

Destroying documents

Of complaints from Black workers

The battle's no longer physical

It's from within

You live to die

And you die to live again

But you can't win for losing

What sides are you choosing?

Decisions, decisions to make

Uh-huh... Decisions, decisions to make

Legalize the dope and make paper

Think it's time to pull another caper

Outta my bag of tricks

These **** ain't recognizing how they using us to get rich

**** dying and shit...

I would've – broke my back for the scratch

That's what I did when I was a kid

Always had the thought of doing a–bid

In the back of my mind

A life of crime was the last resort

I knew that going to court, drama wasn't likely

An extremist, like a chemist

Cooking up a pen like the Witchdoctor

Steering wheel shocked ya, like a thousand volts

Over the edge of the Hope with the C.I.A. selling coke

To make they bloat float up the river

King Louis liquor sipper

As I strategize a plan to infiltrate

The crooked new world ways to live a life

Who we got to fight to get it right?

Are you down tonight?

The relentless realism regardless represents

South West skills I possess and manifest, it's Heaven-sent

What's said is meant to the fullest extent

No nonsense, because my conscience wouldn't be content

But just a little wealth, a little fame...

But your mindframe will keep you living the same

And it's a shame that **** would settle

With the ghetto... huh

Hoes and some clothes, and ain't making what you suppose

'Cause your eyes closed, to what your contract shows

In fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent

You content, 'cause – you do what everybody does

The industry done changed you from the person you was

Knee-deep in the struggle

Two part-time jobs to juggle

Got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed

Any day your life could end

So you depend on the reciting and the writing

When you got the spare time to spend

To keep you stable, hoping one day you'll be able

To be a commodity on somebody's record label

Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance

And a car, and all of a sudden you a star at the bar

Ballin', callin' the waiter to bring one of they finest wines

Then you started snorting lines, your life defines

The misconception of staying down

You can't be influenced by everybody you hang 'round

You should've been more appreciative

Of the life that you were blessed to live

A hundred percent is what you got to give

'Cause ain't no tellin'

Yo' bullshit start smellin'

And you wonder why your record ain't sellin'?

No more, ending up with no dough

And no respect back in the projects

In Building 23, right next door to me... heh heh heh...

The battle's no longer physical

It's from within

You live to die

And you die to live again

But you can't win for losing

What sides are you choosing?

Decisions, decisions to make

Uh-huh... Decisions, decisions to make

Up out'cha guts

Fear, up for what?

Nothin' but them Goodie!