Change

Once you're embedded in a certain culture it's HARD to change. Even if it's a change for the better, change is always difficult. A temporary change is seen as nice, but it always ends up in failure. Relapsing just seems oh so right, all awhile you know what you're doing is wrong. But it's a familiar practice just like playing your favorite song. it's like going along to get along, just because of fear of change.
The fear of change just puts a "black hole" or negative aspect on change. Change in certain cultures means that you're a "bitch," "uncle tom," backstabber , and so forth. WHY? Change is ineveitable, so how come it isn't accepted by everyone. Change is something that should always be embraced as a normal part of life. Progressing as an individual should never come under scrutiny, but in many instances it is often criticized. The person most guilty of this is the individual that is attempting to change for his or her personal reasons. You should never be scared to be yourself, that's the one person you'll always have to deal with. causing conflict within because of what other people think is wrong. personal advancement through change should be a blissful moment for whoever is involved with the occurrance.

We the Hypocrites (Men)

Can't should never be in a man's vocabulary,
But when it comes to women...(laughs)
We could have once been known as pimps
She could never been known as a pimp
We call them whore
And I can't walk one them through my mother's doors
We can fuck bitches left and right
She can't never had a scandulous night
If so? She ain't right
Forget about the fact that she know all the bad shit 'bout you
Never mind the fact your mother's a woman and done the same shit too
Our double standard affects "how" and "who" we choose
Accepting the truth about your woman sound simple, but it's win/lose
We can go out and drink and party all night
Maybe she can go out but she can't drink or party
She just too dumb, "She wanna get done"
We think drinks make our girl easy and sleazy?
We drink, get questioned
And it's "baby why you don't believe me?"
We tell her what we gonna do, and what she can't
Tell her what we are, and what she ain't
And we she leave. we devastated
Thanx to our mis-take
Wouldn't let be breathe, wouldn't let her see
Things would have been aight if we accepted "you +me"

RELAPSIN'

Relapsin'...
that shit happens
streets keep callin' his name, gotta habit for action
he came home the otha day day and had a case of deja vu
didn't realize that nigga? "streets is after u"
been away for a few months, they ain't too fond of you
gotta couple of li'l niggas he woulnd't familiar wit
that's the new crew
he a street nigga, he couldn't put 1 and 1 2gether to see that it equal 2...
Fucked old shawty the otha day, what goes up comes back down
U back home now, and u see the same people on your way down
Got the story from the ole wise nigga,"We need niggas like you around"
CLOWN
He was once da man on the streets, but he don't realize that this is now...
Jus came back from school, broke all street rules
He think his swag right, he still cool
He in too deep, aint pay attetion to the lose-lose
Now u in the cath 22
Fuck dat shit, he gotta have his duece duece
Gotta be O.E., think he the grim reaper
talkin' bout "niggas don't know me"
u just came back but the block is hot
Shit ain't the same no more, so fuck wit U?
Nigga we not
Time to unleash gunshots
Nigga u been gone for a coupla months
UMPH!
So u a snitch
U a bitch
u dug the hole, lie on your whole ditch
Streets built a certain way, thay had a itch...

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..."