Soul muzik
I wonder if the dead could speak, What would they say? Would all the fallin thugs wish they have changed they ways? I think about all my people past away, I think who am I to let my life go waste? Life Is precious but niggas don’t think until it’s too late. Caught up in this bulshit with drama & snakes… Too many wakes, too many t-shirts with niggas faces but that the life that we facing… Tragic situations, mothers mourning… draped over the casket, yellin to god “exchange them for me” & left with nothing more than a memory. It’s sad to see & even sadder to that life gotta go that way… Niggas dying over dollars, power, pride & jealously. Cuz the Hate to see another nigga rise, can’t stand to see another nigga shine… While you the grind pushin dimes, while he pushin weight & when he ride threw you twisting ya face… I can’t relate with hate, why focus on the next man’s paper while when I got paper to chase… I ain’t tryna kick knowledge to you, I’m just tryna kick my thoughts to you, Jot em down & spit em to you… Take the real & expose it make words outta lifes ugly poses, then keep it Rollin & golden.. - Geo~soul muzik
