The way that momma raised us was pure faith

So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us

Or lay us down to sleep

Know the wolf from the sheep

Or the sheep who cried wolf

And threw the deadly hoof

While the wolf was asleep

I keep my mind a ghost

Follow my heart the most

Don't play fools too close

Sleep with my eyes at post

So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life

The knife sits by throats of the young

And blows death straight through the lungs

As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums

But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb

But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts

And the niggas by the nuts

Ear, tongue and butts

Yeah, they're trying to f**k us up

But, sh*t, you know what's up

We gotta get with the movement

And move men soon

They consume every womb who bares

Beneath the stairs of their doom

Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb

Chorus: repeat 4X

Cause Everytime I step to the microphone

I put my soul on 2" reels

That I don't even own

Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin

Slowly broke into the kitchen

To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran

As I ran up and down the TV stations

I witnessed Indian Joe

Getting tricked out of this nation

By a silly hillbilly

Who laughed as the sh*t happened

Everything's the same

The game continued into rappin

Deception is at an all-time high

You give a piece of your soul

To receive some crumbs from the pie

But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn

Even though it is my soul that I do not even own

Chorus: repeat 4X

I was po', black and broke

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

A**-out, wide open waitin for my sh*t to come on out

Speakin about the time before I got signed

I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line

My big brother used to say I was an asshole

Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle

Of high school, why fool

Wit' foolish rules and guidelines

F**k the cap and tassels

Said forget the trade and tried rhymes

Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2

Me and my ni**a L.A. Jay back at S.C.U

I grab the MIC one-time

Check it, 1-2, we in

Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians

Takin sh*t to the next level

Too bad I sold my soul to the f**kin devil

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