Aye it's the tree
You know I had to stay on some soulful
Gotta keep it soulful
That's all we got is our souls

[Verse]

Yea
Aye they want me to put a spell on
Instead I told em to get the hell on
Sharp as syringes, needles,
pure heroin
A heroine wit love for the city
Now i'm f*cking this bad bitty
with these soft D titties
exploding because the pussy is the bomb
Is you wit me so far?
Got a prophecy
Windows bout ta make me a star
Ain't a ex-con coming close to these bars
Even if he serving his life
I done took it too far
They tell me
Women from Venus
and my niggas from Mars
I'm young
black an angry from continuous scars
The universe is pitch
so Im'a claim it as ours
If I ever dated a shhh
I'll blame it on odds
Look up
I got the hook up
I'm creating it God
I was made by the same being
That the angels involved wit
Demons have fought wit
Very evils i've caught slip
from all skin,
Every shade of all men
but more so from white men
cloaked in wide grins and dark sins
who cast spells on dark skin
You can't win in cold wind
when your coat's thin
keep yo chin up
Keep yo chin up and breathe stronger
(exhale)
Only way that you'll breathe longer
It's a spell on the nation
everyone's racist
I noticed TVs been manufacturing hatred
look

[Sound clip - Trick Baby (1977)]

Paul "It's you liberals who have lifted them up Howard.

Howard: "Paul, you conservatives make the mistake.
You can't afford to strangle hope in people.
Without hope, people become dangerous."

Paul: "No Howard you liberals have let them invade our society.
You give them jobs, political jobs."

Howard: "Paul you miss the point. It's only the smart ones we move up."

Paul: "Ha, that makes it even worse."

Howard: "No, no we have to move them up. If we leave a smart one in the ghetto he might develop into a leader against us."



[Verse 2]

An I ain't apologizing for nothing
home isn't home no more
half the numbers I dial out
don't even connect no more
Even my vices ain't enticing
i'm calmer when i'm writing
My uncle like
get yo mind right
get yo head straight
So much soul
my body's nothing but dead weight
Gotta make money with these white folks
build with my black folks
Feels like the back stroke
( I can't swim)
I got flows like the watery deep
sometimes I close my eyes
and can't believe that i'm sleep
I wanna let the world know
they just say i'm too deep
Spark up another L
and blow the smoke at the tree
I been
feinding for a kingdom
but ain't seen one
palm itchy from the green sums
and more re-runs
I gotta pocket full of hope though
headed to kill the wizard
my dawg with me like Toto
you should take a photo