Theres not much you can do or say to sway me...
Woman;ooh baby
man;what now...
I live in a realm where tears burn the faces
Of those who shed them...
Why are you here, what do you want?
Don't you wish to yell at me...
Like the late great Martin Luther King,
I have a dream...
Last night rolled up tha block
to a lil spot called west 9th st...
When money flows from me to other folks,
I see but smiles on the mugs of blokes...
Look at life through the eyes of the struggle
Giving in to the lies of the hustle...
At times I think of what would be
A better choice of destiny...
You cheated, you lied so it's time for me to say...
plz read its true and i aint saying no names...
I really dont care
dont care anymore...
Its called freedom but
still they must pay...