My tribe rides for the blood-shed we used to push powder like huskies pushed sleds
know the unbreakable focus of legally getting bread keeps the seeds belly's fed
shit when i was young i was starving i used to have to shop-lift bread
I wondered why the most high left us for dead until my conscience said
utilize your talents instead of running with knuckle-heads
around here they dump hot-lead streets hotter than a blunt-head
running from the 5-0 strengthened the kids chicken legs
know we got blues, and reds wetting each other how 5 year olds wet beds
it's crazy how some fool nearly grazed me with a guage gee
People want hand-out's theyr'e just plain lazy
cops want to taze me their black man assasins
I still arm-up fuck if my demise is an untimely passing
the soul lives on hit the field and get my blitz on
eat right and live strong a sip of wine few tokes of chron
Biological father gone so know i'm humming heaven's song
gene traits are 7 strong pavements beer i pour on
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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