Questions

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yeh

all my west side nigga's

all my east side nigga's

all my hood nigga's

everybody listen to this beat

ask some, spit some

let it rise, let it snow

memorise the game nigga's

you got questions, bring it up here

ask me

let me spit some

said it from the dark side bringing light here nigga

all the way up in the crib

it's all usual

if you know what i mean

Can we light up a candle?

For the poor still waiting for a hansel

Can we fight for a change?

Struggle in life with a 45 up in the range

Can we shout without the hampers?

Revolutionize the world and modify our tempers

Can we spit when the life goes dry?

Night and day sipping death, giving hope a try

Can’t we carry some weight over these arms?

So our shoulders carry weight of our lams

Can’t we sacrifice a little more?

Take blame when it comes and let it snow

Can’t we trust a little more than a little?

So we don’t question the faith remembering the heart is brittle

waddup

yeh my nigga

tell you

from the dark side shining the light

still my game homes

Can’t we honor the new rhymes to target the old times?

Turn and blaze in to tackle a storm with the new lines

Can’t we bleed for a minute and let the pain sock in?

So we could breathe in it and make the game knocking

Can’t we be too damn alive to be too damn dead?

Live from the start again even if the path is made to dread

Can’t we be too damn pure without a felony?

If ya ain’t a devil than ask god if ya his melody

yeh waddup

can you ask?

not so tough right

Can’t we raise our voices and question the odds?

Why face troubles made for troublesome mots

Can’t we speak for the truth?

Question ourselves if we can grow old for the youth

Can’t we see inside us quite often?

Why end up alive inside a coffin

can we?

tell me nigga, think about it

all my brothers and sisters think about it

all my thugs it's time to take life seriously

try for a change, it's now or never

don't ask others, ask yourself

ask yourself for real man

time to change life

this is it, this is your time

do it now man

Voices 2

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Voices[revised version]

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Yo I thought I would never spit dirt again

I thought I would never write again my nigga

But here im

Back again

Yo my heart's black and mind so stoned and music so cold

If ya make it rain then I be under the weather spiritually sold

Yeh u know what I saying

Yeh my homes

Getting?

Fuck it

Dream about a better day where my nigga’s living in the cribs

Thinking about decency, mind lies in his hips

Sugar charged like ice for water but the weather is cold

Let it swing I got brothers in jail, hexed cursed ya selling, they are sold

Mind mediate in grime every time they preach a new rhyme

Some stay dry for thirst living each day surviving the grime

I took my time, I took a dive in the ocean and all my felonies they went dry

I took a knock by my friends when enemies stood close yeh they couldn’t try

I dropped a seed in my garden and gave birth to the green smoke

Every inch of my whole 9 yards felt a high state that of a conserved broke

So I lived a life and gave it away for a change

Only to know that my life was already a stage

Memory never struggle if it’s buried inside

The burden of change makes anger to bite

I kinda loose every night and then

For a moment of cold buzz when I’m holding my pen

So many sins even hells gate be closed

Soul would clap cause mercy be a word nosed

I would struggle my life cause living is a game

Let us try harder cause we all are living with so much pain

If you drop a dime in the desert don’t expect it to change

Everyone is different like the cold in breeze when heats, when it’s strange!

You know you’re saying it right homey, say that again

I would like a day for my day, another day would come

Till then I be living the hurt, another rush of pain would run

I’m a man with an endless dream
Why we crave for another being
Some knock for a way where the grass is greener
But in the end of it, it’s the same old road for a weaner

Roll some greens and let it touch your lips
Just a puff or two and your words will sink some ships
Let it be and try to load it while it begins to drip
Your world will move around while you keep your grip

I light a purple haze and the smoke rises high
I still hear the voices but I’m just trying to get dry
Thirst staggers in when the wind reaches fumes
I’ll light another one till my voices talk in tunes

Don’t ask me stories nigga, I have none
My state of mind’s purple and my writing’s done

You know I’m living my life like everyday’s the last
so don’t ask me again, what the Fuck about my past?

Not a freak show here homey

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