Start the countdown man...
Brotha Dee
where you see me
in your periphery
I'm comin
gotta address
the regress
write this summons
this aint no love joint
perfume on pulse points
not even symphonic
im tired of seeing young warriors
gettin jacked up
cracked up
shit is chronic
lemme twist the cap off this bomb
and pour some ebonics
I be
the rehab
usin lyrical jabs
get em off the streets
and hooked on phonics
young blood
what is a hood but fabric pulled over your eyes
you puttin us in a time warp
too many bodies 2 sort
seen too damn many die
martin luther king boulevard
in every major city is a lie
I have a dream
stop the screams
of single mothas watchin
their sons die
black rose being choked
by black weeds that sprout
retracing our slave routes
back 2 st louis senegal
two by two
black men in chains walkin single file
got the community
down on its knees
being resold into slavery
portugese style
shit
goree islands house of slaves
was built by a family of afro french
i.e.
that stench
you smell is black sellin out black in a pinch
cant even use a pipe wrench
so much black blood is leakin
got old folks
givin up hope
scared as shit at they front wondow peepin
if jesus came 2 the hood
he would be a victim of a random assault
cops would say
you came 2 hell 2 pray
messiah its your fault
fact is nobody cares young blood
only yourself you can save
survival of the fittest
ghetto get the shit list
in the home of the brave
you aint a player
you being played
thinkin you are free
but mentally
still a slave
quantify rap lyrics
thinkin you fit 2 pull a trigga
qualify on play station three
oh now you a nut nigga
im gettin sick of the smell
of cordite
on summer nights
punk azz youngboys
quick to fright
afraid to fist fight
right
and wrong you aint bein taught
bred by a
livin dead father
the system already branded and bought
a reprieve
from manhood fuckin bucks
just livin 2 bred
rap sheet long as lebrons sleeve
revolutionaries
in the black judiciary
line up we got throats 2 squeeze
become a better father
or you fodder
no longer breathe
you fuckin disease
single mothas
Brother Dee aint tryin 2 romance you
trance you
or hit it and quit
this diatribe
is 4 the evil vibes you cachin from
that young son in yo crib
talkin straight shit
disrespectin
women he should be protectin
thinkin brain
is oral sex after he get an erection
silly philly
thinkin he can hit a target shootin sideways
gettin played
by a system designed 2 retrace
our black roots back 2 black slaves
in the home of the brave
penetentiaries
this centuries
holding cells
got 20 acres of land
I got strong young niggaz 2 sell
makin betta criminals
education minimal
wastin lives like spent semen
dont direspect allah
when you sold 4 the demon
come out with a brand
from the man
ex con
in a position
4 the final mission
break the black family bond
scorch the hood with napalm
been witness
2 the dirty business
from birth
with the curse
kill the blackyouth.com
mommas cryin
the preachers reading the psalms
own a funeral home
you cop plenty of money 2 save
everybody but the community benefittin
from coffin fittin
retracing the slave
in the home of the brave
I got a young daughter
be soon lookin for a potential king
young blood what can you bring
when you earned your doctorate
from attica and sing sing
not a damn thing
so see you i gotta check off
until you see the light
learned too much
I aint gotta be in sight
2 turn yo day 2 night
I wanna help you but you gotta come real
I believe in you
shit i will present your appeal
but here is the deal
what you know
I taught
what you resell
I first bought
but I never got caught
a higher elevation i sought
so now I represent
got enuf knowledge 2 be president
and it started right here
the streets kept callin
and I stopped livin in fear
the year
1987 to be exact
otherwise known as the year philly cracked
here is the fact
from a king young prince
the shit you talkin dont make sense
you tryin 2 teach an old dawg new tricks
but tricks are 4 kids
and worthless men with roamin dicks
always got a second chance
aint no final descision been made
unless you choose 2 be resold as a slave
in the so called home of the brave

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