Truth is......

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by ItsReneeYo_, Feb 7, 2014.

  1. Let me ask ya'll a question..
    When you look at my brothers, what's your first impression?
    Does the sight of us leave you guessin? or do you understand the stressin,
    The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
    Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces..
    You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers,
    stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers -
    External blingers is all we can be, 'cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on.
    and a gig is harder to get than coke, so niggaz get they grind on
    Cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga, make all goals lateral
    But that takes paper that we don't have so, niggaz put they souls up as collateral..
    Now, some niggaz reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em
    But when a nigga goes from not doin to doin, what can you tell him?
    Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills
    And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills
    See, America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalize you.
    So the fact that niggaz get, these big record deals,
    big money and go to jail shouldn't surprise you..
    That's what lies do,
    and most of these guys
    do have raw talent just infinitile education
    So the business feeds em' all the weed and ecstasy
    and a little bit of paper to provide some pacification
    from all the bullshit frustration they serve you
    Meanwhile they corrupt your perception of what the real is
    See they takin all our businessmen, and made em drug dealers..
    Took all our messengers, made 'em rappers
    just flappin they jaws afraid to admit their treason
    Took all our soldiers for the cause, made 'em killers for no reason
    And bein fucked up, ha, well that's in this season
    So, if you're negative you're positive, and if you're positive you're called a hater
    But I maintain control of my soul cause I know it gets greater later
    And I told y'all the last show,i'm no hater, I just know what the truth is
    I Been intertwined in this puddin for a year now so I know where the proof is it lies in these midtown Manhattan skyscrapers
    where former hustlers sign papers
    and do fucked capers like, 16 infamous stars of the time
    They got us choppin and, baggin and
    servin that shit to niggaz 16 bars at a time now
    The crime is undetectable by the feds
    cause in heads of our kids is where the track is
    And music shoots straight to the soul it's so potent,
    so it's much more addictive than crack is..
    Now, the high is just an illusion lies and confusion
    But to feel that rush just once, these young bucks'll go through it
    So in essence, they still floodin our streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing
    They just usin these record labels to do it..
    Takin our hearts off demos, puttin us in limos
    tryin to fuck up direction
    and most niggas is trained to chase money
    and pussy, so we fall victim to our own erection
    convincin' ourselves we're on our way somewhere where we're not goin
    But ignorance is bliss and niggaz love this so, niggaz take pride in not knowin
    We not growin, nigga I don't give a fuck how slick you flowin
    if you ain't showin nuttin to these kids or addin nuttin positive to the earth
    see I been destined to touch this world since I was born..
    To be honest, fuck a record deal, God gives me what I'm worth.
    black ice-truth is <3


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