Circumstances

Happenstance of two lost souls
Made love like beast
Their caregivers determine prosperity
Or the streets
Sounds of the ghetto made it to the womb
Offspring of the rebellious generation
Indoctrinated by "God said"
Thou shall do this and do that
Nothing to forgive for being stupid
The village raised the children
Now the whole world can give'em ass whippings
Only thing ever read was the scriptures
Act the donkey, blissful in the ignorance
Parental Advisory holds mental capabilities hostage
Music: "let me tell you how fresh I am" to
South American narcotics
Commando and Rambo wrote the street code
Wild Wild West on steroids
You can live comfortably but dont become a figure
We'll let the youths know you just a nigger
In this game you anit gotta be trained
But you gotta have some hustle
Start at the bottom and have index finger muscle
Errybody dirty
Seems hard to keep ya nose clean
Dont care if that's your momma
Her need is my green
See only God can judge me
And its tatted on my neck
"Your honor those are just words in a sentence"
Black lives matter, just like this hunger
Now get your hands up
Love lost finds thug love
Bang if you must, lost souls are welcomed
Just pledge allegiance to these colors
Victim to your own choices
Is it good and evil or your homies voices
Just wanted to have something
Society showed me this
Come back to reality
Its bout that life and its not that easy

Money

Money Money
That shit anit real
If you anit got it you might kill
Only thing that pays the bills
Who says it cant buy me love
Wont get none unless she really loves me
Ignorant mother fucker, you mean IMF
National Treasury and we still in debt
Gates, Buffet, Emirates
Buckingham Palace
A million dollars anit shit
Who wants to be a gazillionaire
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
GTO Ferrari 250
Money super long like a dynasty
Dont make it rain, I got my own weather
52 housekeepers and one chief cup bearer
My mansion got a mansion
Life boats on my yacht are cigarette racers
Dont rent I own private islands
Only do business in the private sector
I fund rebels and terrorists
You can call it ISIS
Control all media now go shopping during a crisis 
Bilderberg, Trilateral
All we do is milk the chattel
For the Dinars, Rials, Euro, Manats, loot
Backed by bullion, not the shit you put in your soup
Money Money is it real?
Melt down platinum and make a grille
These jewelz are priceless
Your shit anit real

Outer Body Vibe

Everything sounds like a piano
Played by Brain Eno
Everything feels like gravity
Has no control
All I can see is the light
At the end of the tunnel
No, this tunnel has grooved spirals
A liquid has come over me
And I can still breath
Am I a baby?
Am I being baptized?
Have I been captured
Water logged by the enemy?
They said, now I'm obsessed
To stay above their frequency
Calling myself God
To these earthly desires I'm dead
The material makes me heavy
I made love and my bones
Gave her energy
Her name was Lust
She always seemed empty
The ether realm is calling me by name
In my head I ask questions
Spirits ask me to explain
So I elaborate and its gibberish
The universe articulates billions
Of years in just one word "LIFE"
OM is a note of never ending vibration

Writ of GOD

By the will of the keepers of the mist
A mind to plan that thought persist
If life is a program
Its manufactured perfect
Man knows no glitch
Profit shapes the world
Eyes to exploit the years to come
Stars coded by light
The only message is time
The ages confess
Energies will never be the same
Look to the progression
Cause this is just a stage
Those who lack comprehension
Will only criticize
And put their lives in powers
Who never explain why

Brotha Tongue

No one cares how real it is
Soul sellers stand on life avenue flipping scripts
Dont accept Gab's gift
He bites his bottom lip
They conspire with the trend
Spitting out knowledge with no implementation
A purge is needed, give them a enema
Staining brains with that bullshit called game
The current state of suffering is not cryptic
We only know the post apocalyptic
The mold gets hard and callus
No movement with in it
Castrate a race at its culture
In the land of the lost become something other
The composers to the soundtrack of your life constantly edits your destiny
They say just be, and its a conflict with my originality
The instructions they feed
What was the sacrifice for equality
The future and the community?
Soul seller with chains called you property
Owners called you profit and prosperity
When they hear your speak sincerely
They say "nigga please"