I just keep moving on... (moving on...)

I just keep moving on... (moving on...)



Time and time, a brother asks why

The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch

I said "Simply because I don't live that way

Still kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"

"But that won't sell,

cause you gotta keep it real

so that we can feel

where you're coming from

Because these streets is ill so if you ain't

killing niggas in rhymes

your whole sound's just bubble gum"

I said "I won't contribute to genocide;

I'd rather try to cultivate the inner side

and try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mind

The devil and his army never been a friend of mine"

"But niggas don't wanna hear that shit" said the brother

Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out

"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential (walks ?)

Of our kids' heads



Shallow days, you never wanna

Let a brother be a brother

Fully inner to the outer

Caught up in all them hollow nights

Can't escape cause everywhere that I look

People front, and it just ain't right

[repeat]



I said "Don't you know the powers that be

are using people as pawns, devouring we

until they see us all gone and outta the scene"

And as I passed the chronic, he said "look at where I be,

I tried to get a job for real,

but all the homies (hit licks?) and rob and steal

and keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch ground

this way's in, plus who could you trust?"

I said "I'm all about protecting mine,

but neglecting minds for getting left behind.

Why don't you change your environment?"

He said "This is all I know,

plus my fam's all that I got, I can't go"

I said "You