Mind state of a gangster from the 40's Meets the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy Turned crack rock into a chain of the 40/40's Sorry my jewelry is so gaudy Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauri's America, meet the gangster Shawn Correy Hey Young world, wanna hear a story Close your eyes and you can pretend you're me I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's Frank Sinatra havin' dinner with the Genovese' This is the genesis of a nemesis Mother America not witnessed since The Harlem Renaissance birthed black business This is the tale of lost innocence And the incense burns and the turntables turn And that Al Green plays I see my mother's afro As mama taps her toes As she rolls her J's And my papa just left the house In search of a killer of my uncle Ray And she's trying to calm her nerves As I observe this is just one day And what tomorrow has in store We can never be sure As all we can do is... pray
As I head to my homeroom I observe the ruins Dope needles on the ground I hear a car go vroom Drug dealer in the BM with the top down As the girls start to giggle I ask why you laugh? They say you're too little One day you'll understand When you become a man 'Bout things you have to get you
Fast forward freeze frame On my pistol fistful of dollars Ignorance is so blissful I ain't choose this life This life chose me Around here it's the sh*t That you just do I just left school The same BM is pulled over By the boys dressed blue They had their guns drawn Screaming "Just move" Or is there something else you suggest we can do? He made his way to the trunk Opened it like "Huh" A treasure chest was removed Cops said he'll be back next month What we call corrupt He calls payin' Dues Now when the rules is blurred As they is and were What am I supposed to do but... pray
Pray the Lord forgive me Pray He guides me for what I'm 'bout to go through... Pray
Anywhere there's oppression The drug profession Flourishes like beverages Refreshing, sweet taste of sin Everything I seen made me everything I am Bad drug dealer of victim, I beg What came first Moving chickens of the egg? This is why I be so fresh I'm trying to beat life 'Cause I can't cheat death Treat shame like shamelessness Aim, stainless at anuses You know the game this is Move coke like Pepsi Don't matter what the brand name is I stand behind mine Everything I do I'm a man behind mine I'm not an angel, I'm sure But every night before I lay I drop my knees to the floor And I pray