Illuminati trying to read my mind with an eagle eye
And the haze got me thinking why
We killed Osama and plenty of innocent people died
We should see the signs but we’re Stevie blind
No disrespect to the man or the legend but
I'm sick and tired of asking my brethren if
It all ends in 2011
Will God come through or will he actually forget us?
Cause apocalypse is getting closer
But we’re more focused on that lil youth sipping soda
Fuck the sugar act, niggas out pushing crack
And I lost my father figure because of that
So can I live? Or is my brother trying to gun me down
Scuffle a couple of rounds til we hear the thunder sound!
No lightening, it’s clash of the titans
And after the violence a moment of silence...
Cause I want mine the fast way
The ski mask way, looking for a cash pay
And instead of sticking up for each other
We’re picking up guns and sticking up our brothers
So fuck em all, I'm coming through raging
And I won't stop 'til Reagan is page thin
Momma tells me I should let the Lord handle it
The arm of the Lord is trying to man-handle us
A man's world, and a wh*te man's planet
And the doors are slowly closing while we’re falling through the cracks of it!
It's a shame that flipping crack will be
The best alternative if you don't make it rapping
These crack houses and trap houses are trapping us in
And in the end we're gonna remain stagnant....
I ain't having it.
