Time after time, I've taken my bite,
Time after time, I've done my sentence,
to not fall victim to the propaganda
Cause all these foul messages
in the music are like a can cer
of those already fighting to survive
Shit, ain't nothing wrong with a 9 to 5
that's like a politician's gun smoke
for my people on the boulevard
behind bodyguards call themselves stars
The murder rate escalates
as they're hopping out of Escalades
about all these violent acts
While those in the hood being trapped,
get hyped and wired off of that
Like when a kid eats junk food
Niggas get amped like guitars
And most of them got hearts to pump
They ain't feelin' I paid my dues
They just lookin' for monetary gain,
It's gettin' uglier than Betty
Time after time I've done my sentence
Write rhymes that are lifeless
of those who seek the fire
Which pull and gain solid
Now God's auditory reformations
That gain respect from all the nations
And those who seek relief
from their miserable actions
You see all, no need to fall
To the tricks of the past
controlled by invisible strings
inspire the seven grand empires
That travel through the portals of time
Then align, universal order
with the plans of those who yield,
filled with destruction, with blood in hands
I can't stand by an d let
when the needs and the cries
outweigh the needs of the ones
with plenty to go round repeating my