What You Goona Do? (The Prophecy)

As adolescents we can't be happy anymore because we're being pushed to grow up too fast and being the community's slaves. Believe it or not, every harm you feel, every problem you have, every indecision, every disaster, all the stress you may feel come from one single thing: GOVERNMENT. When you will research "Why" and change your mind, maybe you'll be able to see the big picture, not the wallet's size one. This...this is what WE, somehow, trying to warn you about for what may come. I'm sorry, even for myself.

We be back street dipping, stacking, flipping
Money coming clean and these laws still tripping
I'm a certified street cat, cash flow holder
A double OG with hood stripes on my shoulders
Every now and then a hater make be a head-busta
South Park son of a Third Ward Hustla
Who came up in the ranks and then tighten up my skills
You just got here last month, you capping? Let's be for real
If they put some pressure on you, boy, I bet you blow the whistle
Fool, you ain't a man just because you pack a pistol
Out here poisoning your hood, you lil' ignorant mothafucka
And let the white man condition you to kill your own brother
See, gangster is a title earned better learn fast
Not tattoos on your arms and pants hanging off your ass
Your vision of the American Dream ain't what it seems
Open your eyes, young homie, you fighting your own team


What you gonna do when your hustle fall dead
And boys start checking you on every word that you said?
When you start getting snatched by these racist ass hogs
And the friends that you thought you had throw you to the dogs?
What you gonna do if martial law come around
And these laws rush in and start shutting things down?
And the life that you thought was real proof counterfeit
And the money that you kill over's no longer worth shit ?


Nowadays it's a known fact snitching is contagious
Half the fools you think is real is Illuminati agents
You flunked the semester with your artificial flyness
Your overall grade in the hood is a F minus
How many blacks do these laws gotta kill
Before we start busting back on their ass with loaded steel?
Instead we see them coming fold up or run
Preachers scared to square them off that's why I roll with Farrakhan
And they taping conversations every sort
So don't say nothing on the phone that you might hear again in court
Here we are, trowed off the black family ruined
Analyze the daily shit that your kids see you doing
If you been selling dope for ten years and hustling tough
And you ain't rich enough to stop it's time to give the game up
Get your understanding up and try to see the big picture
Bottom line is if they want your ass them bastards gon' get ya

What you gonna do when your hustle fall dead
And boys start checking you on every word that you said?
When you start getting snatched by these racist ass hogs
And the friends that you thought you had throw you to the dogs?
What you gonna do if martial law come around
And these laws rush in and start shutting things down?
And the life that you thought was real proof counterfeit
And the money that you kill over's no longer worth shit ?


Hell-ified gun fire flying through the night
How many homies gotta die before we get our minds right?
My homegirl's a stripper not because of inflation
It's 'cause her sorry ass don't wanna go get a real occupation
We don't know we God's people, so we see our own and flame them
But then again if they ain't got the knowledge then how can you blame them?
Self-righteous ass negros get hung from a limb
'Cause if you got it and you don't teach them then you worst then them
What category do you fall in: the G or the hater?
The sellout or the warrior, the real homie or the traitor?
Hoops or the branches, the angel or the menace?
Fools that sold out to receive or reduce sentence
How the hell you fix your month to say you fighting for freedom
When like a corner store in the hood you just pimp them and bleed them
The Devil's curriculum was formatted to trick them
If you scared of revolution I hope you the first victim

What you gonna do when your hustle fall dead
And boys start checking you on every word that you said?
When you start getting snatched by these racist ass hogs
And the friends that you thought you had throw you to the dogs?
What you gonna do if martial law come around
And these laws rush in and start shutting things down?
And the life that you thought was real proof counterfeit
And the money that you kill over's no longer worth shit ?

Human Feelings Revolution

I'm sorry that this  had to happen. I'm sorry for everyone who reads this and I'm sorry for all of you that are like me, forced to live in this era of bullshit. This is my pain expressed through words to show you how great my pain is and still it can't stand in the universe, it's unstable. This is not personal, this is the real world.

The day love conquered all is gone, boy...and you're going with it.

Yeah, man. Disciple of K. Metaphysics.

The "I love you forever" era was cute, but it's about to be done
I'll shatter your dreams like an eclipse eternally blocking the sun
My feelings ain't never dirty, but indeed harder to catch
I came from the future to show y'all how real love's like
Now these parasites pretend they understand 100% of my heart
Try'na control perspective, but I'm here to change my ancestor's past
But here's a tip, for everytime you say "I love you"
Memories of me and you in your mind will go through
This ain't a movie, I'm not fan of a groupie
And I'm not the type of man you can afford to hate if you loved me
Cursed the Heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
My Immortal Love stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams
No one could ever love you more than me and if it seems, they just got high deceiving skills
I'll lead you to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
'Cause you got no love in your eyes, never before seen
And that's the primary reason that I hate y'all bitches
I've been nice since I let each of you kill my heart the first time
Now I know you wouldn't do shit even if you saw me cry
I'm a Love Seeker with features that will reach to the listeners
But if betrayed, I'll stab you in the heart personally
Break the thermometer, tie you up and force your kids to eat mercury
Heyo, you knew from the start not jerking me, my brain was cold shut
After 2 weeks offer me your heart, "I'll love you forever, Chris"
...You're all getting shot, you little fucking treacherous bitches

This is the business and y'all ain't getting nothing for free
And if you play with human feelings I'm taking your best with me
You can call it reparations or restitutions
Don't betray your heart, boy...human feelings revolution

I want back all the time you made me wait hopelessly
And though I gave my best, you still see the worst in me
Fuck hatred and greed, learn to speak and behave
You choose purposely to live a life as indifference' slave?
Many people you see daily have hearts imprisoned in pain
For every love I've lost my heart beats alive in a grave
I was made by True Love to speak to the masses
Plant seeds of love in your mind and give y'all classes
When you'll miss me the most I'll burn myself down, just to bring heat to you bastards
Innocent, word's master, many say mine's obsession, but that's true passion
Intoxicated off the flow by the evil of the Masons
You motherfuckers will never stop me from True Lovin'
You better start see in colors, 'cause later time will have no compassion
You better off begging to come and eat on my table,
You better stop lying through the telephone cables
My pain's chemically unstable, set to explode
Foretold by dead sea scrolls written in codes
So if your love ain't shit, fuck all those you ever really loved
'Cause when you find someone with which you can really have a life like that
I hope when you look at him you see all the pain you caused in the past
Stuck in your mind, survived at the limits
Without someone to love with, only love dealers and gimmicks
This song shall murder your spirit
And leave your fucking heart rotten for the roaches and crickets

This is the business and y'all ain't getting nothing for free
And if you play with human feelings I'm taking your best with me
You can call it reparations or restitutions
Don't betray your heart, boy...human feelings revolution