Yeah, we know what they want
With all the murder in the magazine,
It's hard to know what's real when it's
You're looking for a message
but you're finding no solution
But your problems with the questions,
the teachings of the mess
With all the murder in the magazine,
It's kinda hard to know what's real when it's
When you're looking for a message
but you're finding no solution
So your problems are your questions,
the teachers are the answers
Lord can come at any day now
not until certain prophecies be fulfilled
It has to be off out of the way first
My skin is my sin, don't stand too close
We the ones the world love to hate
every man's hand against his brother
Children obey your fathers and your mothers,
I told my sisters off in the pen,
Young football, do you roll?
For all the wicked thoughts
Forgetting but going side
Yeah, I replaced my heart cause this
Old and heavy, I told a lot
To be able to relay some type
But do I continuously have to
Considered to be my blood, the
Be equal no matter what they say,
Three days in a row, makes the flowers grow
Take it all day for granted,
appreciate my good health
establish the alternative rap label
To jet frustrations at the same time
politically incorrect rhymes
Over melodic tones and organized kicks,
They go together like butter and bread,
act like you know it, help your brother tonight
Mentally, physically, spiritually,
emotionally broken, help your dog
Murder and the madness and
the mayhem and the reasons
It's hard to know what's real when
you're spottin' the illusions
When you're lookin' for a message but
you're findin' no solutions
For your problems or your questions,
the teacher's gotta answer
Without murder and the madness and
the mayhem and the reasons
And it's to know what's real
when you're trying to delude yourself
When you're looking for a message
but you're finding no solution
When you're robbing to the point where
the teacher's gonna let you
They had a sister say she suffered
There ain't been no damn cakewalk,
it's blood, sweat, and tears
Some wounds got infected,
all those wounds completely healed
where is your city to live?
quit the murder, kill, kill
You need to know how to stay
who's so good at sticking to the script?
We'll take them off to the
P's, so just don't play the chill
Look, you a shot of hurt,
Like a hot tighty, fuckin' with my fam
I got the suits and green eggs in hand
Love my dad's style, on my shirt
Southern work, good and mild
Breakfast soldier in the old five
Purple rain, no don't play no game
Then for more than just the fame
Made a name that you can't change
Bringin' the pain to them suck
And your fans, will never be the same
After you test us, then call, we trust,
and you bust on the microphone
And send your ass back home
My body bag, 210, we ain't mad
We don't throw fire, back, throw back,
throw back, back, throw back
With all the murder and the madness and
the mayhem and the meanness
And all of those real wins,
find a way to get you through
You're looking for a message,
but you're finding no solution
For your problems with the questions,
the teachings of the lessons
For you are in the past, in the makeup,
With illusions, with your name,
But you're finding no solution
For your problems with the questions,