Yeah...
Under certain circumstances, I actually had to make my own instrumental for this track
But I won't have anything less

Yo,
Only Imagine, what if Biggie got sick of rapping/
What if Tupac's few shots had missed his wagon/

What if the Wu chose two glocks instead of dragons/
Roots got rudely booed dropped loosing passion/
Imagine if it wasn't live at the barbeque/

Wasn't Alu Dara blues/
Nas hadn't pardoned school/
Pete hadn't Rocked the beats/

Ra hadn't got with B/
Jaz had a pass on the king of the R.O.C/
Imagine Big L never smoked/

If pun went on runs, and his heart never broke/
It's hard just to note, that with bars hella dope/
The large fella star fell as hard as he...wrote/

But on par with the most high!/
Ain't it bazaar how these stars that were dope die/
We smoke Lye, pour liquor in remote times/

And we quote rhymes devoted to these ghost why/
Isn't that we don't find some more options/
to cope, we just coat our throats and pour toxins/

and hope watching B.E.T. and dreaming we the bosses,
of these offices but equally it's easily our losses why we're counted out/
On these profits that we're loud about/

We're being taught this thoughts of nonsense through a scholars mouth/
Only a genius takes the longest route/
Learn for yourself, words in a shelf has topics stocked in large amounts/

Afraid to read ^!$$%? That's the reason why we're deemed ^!$$%s/
The public's obscene picture/
Would you like to picture us, or your children being whipped in cuffs/

It's a vision I think is sick to lust/
We need to strip the trust of government funding, to fund our living plus/
Cease the grips of gun's in abundance unless it's/

To stick the ones who threaten our existence as a people not a race/
Cuz the we're not to be $#&@ed with/
It's a matter of survival that I'm striving for/

Even though I struggle myself with Right and wrong/
But wasn't hesitant to right this song/
I won't cuss the president it's evident he's just a pawn/

Trust the bond, of music and wisdom/
And with a love that's strong, could spawn the newest of visions/
The truth is a prism to crack open, and with that spoken/

At last notice, choosing your mission/
It's Vasco/


Hook:
I wonder if they'll ever care sometime/
What do I doooo.../

I can only say what's on my mind Ooooh but what can I proooove/
Oooh what can I prooooove/


What Can I proooooooooove

What can I doooooo?


So many words, so many words


Just come to mind/

But are you listening?