Think Before You Speak
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at times I find that I hide from my mind, doctors think its depression
gettin high from lines that try sliding my spine, often bringing regression
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it isn’t a question my life is in questions - on a quest for the truth
seeking the meaning of being a being – ‘n I wont rest till I do
mean while these vessels of blue, pump a flow to control my mood
its like my veins send out waves, the way my blood flows through a tube
‘n the crowds found in senses i use, where hatred from pain reigns
I feel my feelings building, but I lock it away, ‘n maintain a caged rage
men’s mentalities change confiding the truth trying to hide from abuse
that our society’ll use to bash a cats culture, like rhymes and a booth
so now my mind has to choose... do I fight for our youth
soon to use a mic just to describe us their blues
or set aside what is true out of spite that I’ll lose
‘n let those faggots bash us, with what they write in the news
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“two more lives were consumed, by this guy who’s named snoop
when his fan base demand they need some ‘ice’ ‘n some booze
now we’re live with the clues why cops’d fired onto
two little kids, lying, who died all to soon
there parents’re aware of the music they ‘grooved’, ‘n by hype from the tunes
they were gunned down over diamonds ‘n jewels...channel 2, live, its your news”
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that’s the last bit, the shit that’s fired my fuse, kids I’ll fight for our youth
‘n despise all you fools, blind by the roots, so soon to defined us ‘a crude’
my moods got me dying to prove, you’re just denying the truth
we could fly to the moon, you’d still imply it’s our moves that drive all these goons
to bang with a vest that hangs over their chest, so I’ll put to rest all these questions
what we speak ‘n bring is a means of art – our hearts expressing expressions
so before you start with your lessons, suggestions...think before you speak
cause much more of this shit ‘n you’re gonna see a demon unleashed through me
‘n it’ll take interest in seein you bleed, making you breathe in between ya screams
you’ve never dreamed of such an evil being, that’ll leave you seen w/ a murder scene
so concerning me, keep my name outta ya mouth, ‘n what my cultures about
because yo, I wont think twice towards going out to run down to ya house
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while I get high from lines sliding my spine, often bringing regression
at times I find that I hide from my mind, ‘n doctors think its depression
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sss, stupid mother fuckers...
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