still standing

Lyrics

this for the soldiers, stay strong my niggaz, stay up my niggaz, leavin the cut in a rage, loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge, one of my boys just got shot, huh, fuckin around, in that million dollar spot, a educated brother, didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge, part of the plan to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man, every two weeks i see sam pitchin out my check with no respect but i still don't give a damn, becaause i gotta make my dough, my kill, rocked down, til i started seein cash flow, everything happens for a reason, choose the season to commit the perfect treason, who brought me - to the land, of unfree man, to move about and catch trout, by the dozens, even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled, a one-way seat, to milledgeville, nigga this real, how can you kill another, when it's your brother? still standing, i never thought about, talked about what i did, just experimented life as a young gump, them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo', spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair, slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck, feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary, if i ever had to plot again, needin my stick,?gidgets to pidgits, moves to philly and the crew, nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chrome, salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room, speed, gipp got that too, watch that dude, inspect that fool, still standing, unscathed, cause this is pain, this for soldiers to feel, mc's, are running out of things to say, radio stations are running out of songs to play, still standing, unscathed, cause of pain, this for soldiers to feel, mc's, are running out of things to say, radio stations are running out of songs to play, on the sick side, of south central, 33rd avenue, block 600, workers have wash and car details, the ese's got the fresh chevrolet's for sale, twenty g's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up, what? on the fortress walls, there is no letters, buddha say, the bloods are strictly outnumbered, they beseiged, on the beats, goodie mo-b, run the creeps, y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers, slippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signs, on krokers, c-i, t-y, such a pity, bein suckled dry, like a newborn, on his momma's titty before i retired i hit twenty, true to cellulite with big?room pesquite on the porch, poundin, like cartoon ennis, old school efforts, through the sunday down, crenshaw sparkin, zoned out, off the ink, for life, goin through time and metal detectors, i can't take my weapon, and i can't be no dope dealer, cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus i can't keep up, with them keys, locked in the fo'-do', backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiences, wakin up, somewhere else. still standing, yeah. each and every element that exists in this, universe is manifested from a thought first, through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky, gave birth to mother earth and all it's worth to you and i, this most loved invention, my conciousness is an extension, of him, yet i'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own, to dig deeper than the surface, whether i learn, from your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose, it's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising, of children who end up dead before hearing what you said, and it's sad, so all i can write about is what i had, interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad, it seems like abortion, when i just write a small portion, it's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born, young minded, and blinded in those days; i didn't want to, have a thought that i couldn't raise, nurture, and care for, be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead, when someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh, and if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kid, just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood, now, the listener in here want the same flow but i gotta let it grow, clever enough to let it go, if i don't wanna rap no mo', and i'll make sure that no one ever forgets, it's immortalized forever, on wax cd's and casettes, and when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten, the life cycle starts all over again, and i was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreate, and give back what i was given, a life worth livin, and i, am still standing, unscathed, pain is for suckers to feel, mc's are running out of things to say, and, radio stations running out of songs to play, shit!, we still standing, unscathed, and pain is for suckers to feel, huh, and mc's running out of things to say.