we not gonna stop
from the top to the bottom
mental..

you know, ^!$$%s is trapped in prison
it's time to live our life
mental, physical, all that..


mental slavery, ^!$$%s be
hanging off of trees in the woods

like the hood, it's more than a dream
it's more than martin luther king
fighting for a dream

watch me go against everything you believe
trying to spark a dream
everybody knows it's easy to fail

but it's hard to think twice
i'm nicer than grandma with a cup of iced tea
you see me, i got ice like ice

serving them ice the same color small mice
leaving my office, he gonna pay a small price
my advice: get out of the game

they giving me chains
new car and they taking my chains
never with chains, the chains fastened

i'm switching lanes, i got away
got caught in the game
you always complain about what you ain't got

3rd world countries ain't even got sidewalks
to walk on, 200 people on the bus
every busta moves harder than i ever thought

you never lost before you ever won
i never won - i'm still hungry, forever young
my soul hurt but i still move on

deep feelings aside
feel like a clone, i'm trapped in the usa
where work is your home, no

work, ain't gonna talk on the phone
i've been born in the war
i grew up, i seen more

ever since the 28th floor
looked down, i never seen more poverty before
from the top you see even more

i fight for the even draw
before you even draw i'm already gone
with the heat drawn, my gun

like miami heat - you're gone
focused like steve nash, i pick
my brain apart. thinking about breathing last

see that casket, it's so close
it's like i"m a basket - go away
step back faster, like your girlfriend

just dropped him faster
graveyard waiting, trying to stay away
from the hating. whatever, $#&@ the locations

trespassing, never close those pages