you alone And talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep your distance via the system
and signed the dotted line He could feel it in his stomach, he signed away his life Little boy who once was the leader of his class The little source
she'll die Depending on it, for it she'll lie It's only a 10 minute high Eyes that witnessed a father beat on a mother Witnessed a system take away her only brother
porch in the thunderstorm Controlled chaos, confused energy Stop reading the weather charts Stop counting the playing cards There's no system, there
and the Transvaal She makes a few of her people happy, oh She don't care about the rest at all She's got a system they call apartheid It keeps a brother
s standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like
But if she Buttless Bitch can't ride in my Cutlass Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday runnin' them Red lights sideways In the parks and streets - brothers
system's fly Cars ride by with the boomin' systems Cars ride by with the boomin' systems Cars ride by with the boomin' systems Cars ride by with the boomin' systems
us Mini-mansion, little homie, little Boney But the rhymes is phat In fact, yeah, just like a Rochester customer God blessed the mothers and younger brothers
a care With the sureshot MCs for the affair Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same I dot a little face and
they start gunnin' Quicker than Usain Bolt, the fastest thing runnin' Yeah, Akon! Weezy! Block oil holdin' down Jersey Devine makin' sure we gettin' it up front My little brother
being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change
ourselves We need a rescue Your conscience can be your hell Long time you a pressure me, sister Take it a little easy upon me, brother Can you ever
[Intro: Raekwon] What's up Big Chris? Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes* Got ya, a little love on this one here. Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word
cash They haven't yet sold their weight Question, shit is real, you know what I'm sayin' Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah A little hundred
his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear His voice is Chicken Little
Give a damm! So just slide to the glide of the Rhyme in motion Or rock to the rhythm of this magic potion To have an opinion, not to follow a crowd, Brothers
