American Principles

I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the United States of America
And to the republic, for which it stands
One nation, Under God, Indivisible....
ONE NATION UNDER GOD?
We ain't the only people here
It's simple, that's America's principles
"In God We Trust"
Just to survive? Gettin' money is a must
What we say=our way, or your head we bust
Trophy wives on the arm, Shit was built off lust...
"Land of the free, home of the brave"
My ancestors were slaves
They trap niggas in a cage
Pay amigos below minimum wage
Show girls the whole world is a stage
Fuck 'em outta rage
Racism must exist, check the people wit old age...
"You living the American Dream"
Perception sold, based off a white man's scheme
Life ain't always what it seem...

Our Music

The day we started fucking, our meoldy came to an end
We started off drinking something brown
It was either Remy or Hen'
That night we drowned in our sin
Not in the sense of doing something wrong
But we changed the tune of our "native" song
We used to make music wit our words
Exchanging food for thought
But it was all for naught
Now our music is the beats we make betwwen the sheets
And if we ain't fucking:
You suckin'
I'm lickin'
Then I'm back to stickin', "GETTIN' IT IN"
When we do talk it's about the dick and.....
(we're fuckin' again)

Trapped

For tha last half century plus, Black people have been da been the craziest animals in the world
See we glorify being animals and wonder why shit just don't change for us
We run around wit raging hormones aand don't know da difference between love and lust
We just out chasin nuts so we can bust
We actin just like wat Willie Lynch wrote 300 years ago
Lynch wrote dat if given freedom Niggas will only keep Niggas down and keep the black race in chaos
Boy ol' boy was dis' little cracker right, if he could see from his grave he'll be like "oh what a sight!"
See we always speak of the white man when it comes to someone to blame Not realizin that "they" set da trap over a hundred years ago
But we the only fools still playin the game
We thrive off killin off each otha over the most ignorant shit
We thrive off callin our women all types of hoes and bitches, and best friends dawgs (dogs)
See we animals ya'll, we don't really know how 2 act
All the most ignorant shit runs of lives
See we the most self concious people in da world, we rather spend money on clothes than books
And wonder why we don't have no knowledge, SHIT, most of our people ain't gonna make it to college
We're taught to kill and fight over for what we want, not realizin dat we turnin ourselves into an endangered species
All black men are being killed or put behind bars, selling ourselves short of the chance to reach for the stars
It's a cycle that repeats itself, why u think it's a three strike system in America?
Cause niggas never learn, see u got three times to fuck up and if you used all your strikes right
That means that you took a coupla lives, fucked over a coupla potential wives, and neglected a coupla kids
Black man done struck out and left a whole in da household, now da little boys don't know how to be men
And da little girls don't have daddy, so they out in the streets chasin daddy who just might be dat nigga in da flyest Caddy
And his Caddy ain't legit and he'll strike out in the next ten years
And Willie Lynch's word will perservere, and we'll act like we don't care
So yeah it's time for a change, a revolution
But niggas scared of change and revolution, so it'll be a evolution
We'll evolve into our own non-existence, all cuz we in love wit da Trap
"Trap or Die nigga" Right?

Label Whore

Pussy don't fail me now!
That's the mindset of this label whore
Who doesn't want to be labeled a whore
She says sex is just a chore she does to get what she wants
I tell her its ok, she aint gotta front
She can't afford it so she use tricks to stunt
She playin Russian Roulette wit her coochie
All cuz she obsessed wit labels such as Gucci
She say the Louis Vutton got her right;
All becuz dude thought her head was bomb last night
She stays true to her religion, focused on gettin her True Religions
She said school wouldn't gonna get her too far,
And her shoe game needed to be up to par, So...
She's in and outta cars, lookin for bargaining chips at bars
She wanna look like a movie star, so she act like a porn star
It's now to the point when she look at herself in the mirror, her eyes say
"I don't even know who you are..."

Me vs. ME

STREETS BEEN GOOD TO ME.......
Naw, fuck that, streets been cruel to me
Yeah streets made me, but this game crazed me
Now im a monster and my inner-me is my worse enemy
I'm a drug addict, but my rehab is cells cuz I specialize in illegal sells
Narcotics anonymous ain't no help to me, but the effects of them drugs is synonymous to me
I think the money too good, but i'm too stupid and can't see that this money ain't gon' keep me out the hood
This game play tricks on me, got me feeling trapped in a box
But at the same time it got me feeling arrogant
I remember when I used to smirk at the cops...
I tried over and over again but i just can't stop!
I become immune to gun shots
Im wired for how to react when shit get hot...
I still got dreams, but i'm addicted to my quick money schemes
The game done took over my brain, now im halfway insane
This game's a losing game and I been trynna quit
But it's all I know, my heart won't let it go...
I'M A DRUG ADDICT

Feelings

Conversation got cut short by the temptation in his shorts
And rampant moisture in her boy shorts
the 2 lovebirds got caught up in the moment
and the condom in his pocket got lost for da moment
Cuz he wanted to "feel" her
And she wanted to "feel" him inside of her
And a nite without the condom was the only way this could occur...
They ain't know what they was gettin into,
they just knew that he was "feeling" her
And she was "feeling" him
So Trojan, Durex,...LATEX had no place in between them
But as time went past she her thought changed of him
Her thoughts of him changed his opinion of her
They drifted apart and she started "feelin" different dudes
Their names changed d'pending on the da day
And he started "feelin" any girl that came his way...
While their relationship was strained, their "feelings" never got estranged
So they kept "feeling" upon each other again and again
All that was left of them existed under the covers
No words, No trust, Just lust
And one day while he was "filling" her, she "filled" him with 3 letters that'll give any man the chills
Damn, they aint expect their "feelings" to kill...

Church Pimps

Religion has often been used for coping with oppression and hardships. This is nothing unusual for the poor and disenfranchised. This is especially true in the case of many African Americans; the church has often served as a source of relief, a community service center, and a place to be uplifted and motivated in life. Essentially, the church to African Americans is a place of encouragement and promotes growth of the community as a whole. Unfortunately, this practice is being exploited by pimps posing as pastors.
A deep religious faith is something that is deeply rooted into the culture of African Americans and their worldview. A reference to faith or religion is almost certain when discussing the African American community. This stems from the days of slavery, which was a harshest and most difficult situation African Americans had to deal with. Lately, the leaders of African American mega-churches have been under criticism for abandoning the traditions of normal African American churches. That’s because religion is used to control the masses and instilling fear. Instead of conducting church that black people are accustomed to; the leaders have indulged in a lifestyle of individualism and materialism.
These pimps, who are pastors and reverends, are taking a new approach to church in an effort to get money instead of reaching out to the community. They deliver their sermons with extra enthusiasm and motivation (money), thus becoming a commodity, and their performance serving as their labor power. Their dialogue resembles that of a pimp, such as Bishop Don Magic Juan (Yes he’s really a Bishop). This draws attention and brings in more members to the congregation; and these members tithe which is how the church brings in money. This means the church is getting wealthier because the leader is entertaining. Then if the pastor’s performance is “powerful” or entertaining enough, TV cameras and sponsors enter the picture. Now television is a part of the church and the sponsors, who donate money, are also part of the church. African Americans are not used to sponsored church. Church is now a business. IS THIS NECESSARY? There is a huge surplus of money going into the church which is a boost to the subsistence or local economy. Adding to the congregation as turned into the means of production while giving to the congregation is getting more neglected. Instead if giving back, and being a community service center like the old days, the pimp gives little and enjoys luxurious things such as Bentleys and Range Rovers. Yes, a sermon is still delivered every week, but those words are just for entertainment and are not heartfelt.
The presence of a new and improved mega-church leads way to more production of commodities for the new church. It’s a new church because it does not carry the same tradition that African American culture has. The church as a building now has more value than a normal church. So it is kind of like a mini-convention center. Now other ceremonies, seminars, parties, etc. are held at the church in exchange for more money. Once again, mega-churches are nothing more than religious businesses.
Money is a great motivator and can bring out the worse and or another side of people. Money has become the motivator for the leaders of these mega-churches. The tradition has been lost and forgotten in exchange for the dollar bill. Another use of religion has been control, and that is how mega-churches are using it as well. They have brainwashed most members of their huge congregations and have people attending and becoming members of church for commercial value. The reality is that the members of the church are not getting anything special in return except for more a comfortable spacious environment to get lost within. The congregation does not see the monster that their money is creating. The mega-church is a contributor to problems within the African American community across America. They do not reach out and help the community solve the problems; they just open doors for people to join their business which they call the church. The problems for African Americans have gotten worse, while business for the church has gotten better. Pimpin’ aint easy, huh?