Drugs have always flourished in my part of the town and we were always considered the seeds of a rotten apple with just enough sugar left at the bottom of our cereal bowls to keep us retarded, up until day one rolled around again

But you know what it's like in the hood? And society is always staring down my throat to make sure that I'm not about to steal sump'n

But when Black people 1st got to America, our credit was impeccable… it's the sharecropping that put us behind the 8 ball

And since that day, it's always gon' be some bullshit in the Hood and under it, covertly designed to keep these colored folks twisted

So society calls me the negative wire connected to the car battery…

Well, praying ain't gon' change that

In fact somebody needs to tell these poverty pimps to stop acting like cheerleaders

They get holy only on Sunday while using the bible as leverage for tax incentives, good pussy, and a place to park You can see the vanity all in their pose…

They want the world to come to an end so bad, just so they can have a good serman the preceding Sunday But they know that God is green America

Therefore Big Money is an illusion and the trickle down effect was meant to fuck those living paycheck to paycheck while steadily enforcing their slave mentality

So what's the point of wearing a band-aid if it's not gon' stop my bleedin' I'm heated,

My blood stinks and it feels as though the weight of 44 million black folks is on my back Man,

hell can get cold In fact it has the potential to freeze over everyday It comes off like a glare from this ghetto bastard, the boy who never knew that it was geometrical feasible for a man to stand in front of the toilet, lift the seat and take a piss…

Until his mother's boyfriend taught'em how to do it Now that's really Hood All this time, he's been sitting on the toilet seat like a little girl and that's only indicative of what takes place where men insist on arguing with stop signs And one day I'm gon' leave this place but my money is funny and that ain’t funny…©...2006