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When I was a child
I thought as a child
I talked like a child
I even reasoned like a child
But when I became a man
I put away childish things

It’s like the blind leading the blind
They caught up in the shine
The tokens of success is not clearly defined
The watermelons gone and all that’s left is rhyme
And yet you keep beating, beating
But in the back of your mind there’s somewhat you rewind
Ever wonder why they continue to let you dine
Place a glass ceiling, continue to let you climb
Place drugs in the hood and pretending to let you grind
That little job they pretending to let you find
Boxed in, they continue to let you mime
A little deal they continue to let you sign
It’s been more and spil wine
I gotta speak to my kind
Call me 8:45 cause both hands on the 9
It’s from the heart and it’s so sincere in every rhyme
I could let the wheel go, the Lord steers every time
Shit, if no child left behind,
Black faces on the first 48 look like mine
Yeah, cause when that nigga in a bind
The ones in position from my view look like Shyne
Damn, and we the culprit in the crimes
In the pulpit, niggas lying, they just pokin’ at the lion
‘Til my soul start flying and then frying, I’ma be defiant
It’s written on the wall like a Mayan

You know, the truth is a funny thing
I mean, it’s a double-edged sword
It separate bone from the marrow
Spirit from the flash
And if it’s a lie, then say it’s a lie
But if it’s the truth
And that saw hits you
All you better do is say ouch

It’s of a biblical proportion, what you are witnessing?
Spiritual abortion, slaughter of innocents
Guilty as charged, destruction of a lineage
I pray father God, you allow me to repent of it
And any crime scene that bear Malice’s fingerprint
I pitched those keys like a tent, without thinkin’
Even served our own mamas, without blinkin’
Walking dead, clueless, no inkling
Within a twinkling, seeing what I was made of
While y’all speculate Clipse break up
Well think it not strange if I’m Abel to his Cain
Hell, even Esau had a Jacob, I ain’t trippin’
And what’s with all this swag I ain’t feelin’
Gotta get that money, huh, nah, I’m chillin’
And I ain’t sellin’ my soul for no million
Cause that daddy rap daddy they crack the black ceiling
Why such blasphemy and anger toward a God which none have seen
Hmm, leads me to believe
That there’s a wee bit more to this Jesus thing
And they use his name to sell them pies
Cause it take a lot of truth just to sell that lie
Yes, even now I repent
Of the circus acts, same clowns, different tint

I mean, if we gonna kill the kids
Then let’s kill the kids
Pop that molly, right?
I mean, load them choppas, right?
Homeboy, the line’s been drawn
And if you find it evil to serve the Lord
Then choose this day
Whom you will serve



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