Gimme the reason why it was brother season

Within easton yo i strive to survive to kill the feeling

Yeah some brothers buggin' money mad trying to look dappa

Selling shit giving out licks or pimping out the slappa's

So for the first chapters i reminisce for a deceased

Who died for one lve balling our peace!

Or my brother who got blast in his chest for fate

Shakespeare said life is a stage i call it fate

Well anyway i kinda watching my front cause certain friends are full of crap

Yeah it's a damn shame with their mind games

Plus no life aims here this rudeboy i dis em out like cocaine

They got crap aims and crap reason's to fight me

Because they like.. move yourself i ain't no patzie

Yeah.... its kinda strange how some people change

While societies spitting faster than a terry's chocolate orange

Chuh cause someone once said life ain't fair

I care for my brothers but brothers don't care

So yo i live by god and not he gun

And get ready for the forth coming talking with my son about the seeds



Seeds have got to grow

Seeds have got to know

Seeds have got to grow

Seeds have got to know



Seeds have got to grow

Seeds have got to know

Seeds have got to grow

Seeds have got to know



Blunted on reality meditate to the system

But when he's born like kuntah kenteh watch me lift him

To the stars and the panets and not tha phallic's

Just sun, stars and talks about mars i got to have it

The only bit of innocence that i ever had

From my a semen from my father from my grandads

Grandson in london to educate one not just books

I travelled the world like lisa not dumb

While sucker sippah's living life for face value

Think yourbrand new but you ain't changing so damn you

Lost souls who never moved on with their shoes on

In a situation that they can't improve on

Kinda sad situation bad if you live like that shit can send you mad

So yo i don't because i won't so watch me buss

This power in perception rudeboy and not justice

That's why i love this documentary on reality

Within society my principality is

To live by god and not the gun

And get ready for the forth coming

Talking with my son about the

Seeds



Back on street guying off phony person's

Leave me alone as the spirituality dead smelling aroma's of frauds

Got caught in the ego and didn't see the cloud

On that robert de niro mate talking out loud

Acting to put the fear right back in

Your cerebellum but first i tell 'em facts

And certain heads are swelling

Because they don't like the rythm

For some it's easier to tell than to listen so listen

Realism and truth ain't the same wave

Within the brainwave check the difference

The order is to maintain

Throughout the struggle and the strife

Because if is the middle word within the word life wordlife

So i live by god and not the gun

So i live by god and not the gun

So i live by god and not the gun

And get ready for the forth coming

Talking with my son about the

Seeds


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