Ain't nobody gettin no younger man we're just gettin older and

We need to get bolder than bold as we've ever been

Our reference as Africans where our folks sittin

they cryin out laughin

The game is all you know so you in it to win it right?

Trippin a gang o' bullets decided to find a fight

Life is scattered in directions brotherly connections

Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction

I hope for the best and say a prayer and keep steppin

Too many kids they own an automatic weapon

A lot of them wanna go home instead of hangin out

It's kinda hard when you're parents' straight smoked out

For you fisters, stay prepared for the up and coming

Get all you can while you can and result to something

You be surprised with this talent that we hold

But we forget and go sick outta control

A lotta homies to die, they left a true lesson

Or fill your soul that I love, this another blessing

You want funk, it used to be bing-bing

To the dome, but nah now it's really on

Go out back, what? To just to be reputable?

Hope you don't lose your life, fools are goin federal

I'm goin forward, showin em up like a pimp

And gettin the truck, you can sell each other profit

Don't let police try to grab you by your shirt collar

You witta black man, who understands black power

Pipin hot, are you the bad brother?

I love to roll rhymes, see my homeboys stickin together

Stay focused cos there's too many blind

Blind to the purpose of life and that's a message for your mind



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Tried the dope about a thousand times

So here's a message for your mind

*Repeat x 4*



I once knew a man who couldn't read

He said "It ain't no thang cause

I graduated twice with the game I possess"

Bullet-proof vest to the chest

But when his kids needed help to prepare for a test

It was stress cos Pops ain't acheiving in academics

It's true indeed, his problem is an epidemic

Who wanna work five long hard days through it?

And get tax, I guess somebody gotta do it

So take coke, rock it up brick-solid

Ain't nobody thinkin about a checks up ??? wallet

Kids are growin up with the train of thought

The motion the parents talk, the trip on the *?dopest bar?*

Now look at the man you fuck, he was as black as you

Sweated ya money, it wasn't funny so you did what'cha had to do

How many brothers will be taken out by another brother?

Give a talk show a whole lot to talk about

It's me and my microphone, it's you and your 9

And that's fine, well here's a message for your mind



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The next verse is out for the chicks

Ho's are to be chosen, nightclub or taking flicks?

The homey might be roughy with a tandy-out Mercedes

Called a girl a 'female dog', well she's a lady

Run into the wrong one, a strong one, a smart man coast her

She pushed you to the left and turned her off when you approached her

You tripped and dissed her, you bashed the sister

And even when you drove off, you couldn't resist her

Solution:Better go, homey, leave her P

Cos you know like I know there's plenty fish in the sea

There's more women in this world than men, for fact, I'm right

Just because she's superfine that doesn't mean that's your type

Briefcase, white shirt, tie and a sportscoat

A hella gold, ???, servin ya friend's dough

Friends are friends then or friends come good friends

A helpin hand in understandin, wants to invite you in

Man's your best friend, boyfriend and girlfriend

It's like a soap opera in this world that we're living in

Misconception from a blink or a wink

He want to get married and all she want is a drink

But it really don't help when you supposed to be faithful

He bought you a boat load and paid for ya cases

Kept it comin, the brother went wrong for expecting some

Got knocked out by ya spouse, now ya started some

It seems strange but these fools are taking people out

For the woman that they love and truly care about

It's understandable, but will hurts when she's givin in

Now was it reaaly worth a life sentence in the pen?

No get-back, nothin but a jail song

A homey told ya that you're woman had it goin on

Now ya stuck and she's on the prowl gettin wined and dined

Damn, now that's a message for your mind



Chorus



Outro



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