Verse 1
Ohh! I step out the front door /
This music is inflating my ego/
But it’s so hard to let go/
Beats bang it thumps in my torso/
The streets may repeat it like echos/
The picture their painting make me want a life that is dangerous/
Makes me want to be rich and famous/
I know ain’t righteous they can make it look so enticing/
It attacks my ears like its Tyson/
Take a bite at conscious/
Watch me bob my head to some nonsence/
Rob steal kill and speak bondage/
I will be truthful, I usually like to be silent/
But this got your boy feeling violent/
I’m using the ladies, I used to respect them/
But now I say whatever to sex them/
I used to modest, I used to be honest/
Now I do anything to get those dollars/
Because I love/
Verse 2
Ohh!! Record Exec make Killing/
Yeah, We can pay you millions/
Cash to the ceiling/
Don’t trust you convictions or feelings/
You’ll just be misleading some children/
Their parents will blame you/
You just communicate what you’ve been through/
They don’t understand you’re a black dude/
and one who does rap too/
they just complain and hassle/
they would do it too if had to/
Lets just make this paper/
I wont ask questions where it came from/
You didn’t make the rope or clothe that they hang from/
Cocaine or the hand gun/
That don’t really trip of what they say bra/
This is the country of freedom/
You can have women, you can have diamonds/
This is what sells, greed sex, drugs and violence/
Package this item get people to buy them/
And one day you can be an Executive Giant/
Produce and sell/
Verse 3
Ohh!! Who at fault for ignoring/
Paul shooting ray for them jordans/
Is Nike extorting/
Loyalty of a poor man’s emotions/
Without them you’re feel less important/
How about the athlete/
You know comes from the same back streets/
You they could make those shoe a lot more cheap/
How about the rapper they boast about evil/
They say the same stuff they got copied from kinkos/
Or what of the wealthy who keeps on complaining/
Ask for legislation and thinks that will change men/
How about churches they’ve become obsolete/
Lets call meetings just to talk about outreach/
Lets have more conferences, to hear men speak/
Just repeat the deep thoughts a dead man think/
Who without blame here, I guess were all guilty/
In the core of mans heart we’re all filthy/
Man has no standard, he thinks he own ways are the answer/
We all got a disease much worse than cancer/
Its beef with the father, he wants your alligance/
We play the God role we don’t need him/
But he hates/
