"The Burden"

You'll never know heaven
unless you go through hell.
If you haven't sold your soul,
Just deal with the winters
And bear the cold.
It's not easy to chase summers
When the monkey on your back
Is a gorilla stuntin' in a hummer.
Or the old ball and chain
Is a reflection
of a love gone insane.
Crabs in a barrel
holdin' you back
like fiens copping for police
For an extra or free hit of crack.
Young generations
trying to steal your future
For a Newport.
They startin' habits so early
they're minds can't frame ways to support.
Old glory days
only memories
Of ruthless and deadly ways
of living unforgiving
until your aged and weeping,
Tired of sleeping
With dreams of tormenting demons
Who take the forms of baby mothers
breathing down your neck
Like evil, greedy, lazy heathens
Using their bodies
As tools of profit
against fools who have it
Less than the eye can see.
Truth and knowledge be
the only weapons
To set me free.

"The Streets"

How is it that I keep saying
I love you?
When deep in my heart
I really know I hate you.
I'm working hard
to keep my hands and feet off you,
But to get anywhere with you
I have to keep my ears to you.
When I was younger
you made me ruthless.
You instilled the building blocks
of who I am today.
If it wasn't for you
I wouldn't have the heart
to pull the tools out
and pick this world apart.
Build a new
and do the things
that is necessary for me to do.
You don't hug me,
You don't love me,
You keep me cold.
If it wasn't for my children,
because of you,
I'd probably have no soul.
The devil don't have no hand in you.
He can't hold a torch to you.
You the bitch he chase.
Thinking he pimpin',
but you smile
And spit in his face.
You turn boys to men.
Enemies to friend.
And hoes,
you bend, cripple and spend,
Like the dollars made on you,
displayed on you.
Careers,
national treasures,
lives,
and memories
Are built on you
And die with you.
And still,
We lie with you,
Lay with you,
And get by with you.
Without you,
I have to do
what the lord
Intended me to.