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Fire & Brimstone7:30 in the morningLight from the dawn hits the cracks of his eyes Who will rise in a world that he hates and despise To reside in the side of a town where the colors That you wear might get a nigga lynched boy Fill that motherfucking bench boy That's the pain of the game And the bullet that came from the frame of the weapon that was built for the automatic kill The trickling blood spilt To load it up to the top And captivate till it pop Seen your prey drop in the center of the street Nigga died for the motherfucking shoes on his feet All stemmed from the beef that occurred last week An altercation with niggas he had never even seen Didn't see the bullet coming so he never had a chance A head on collision that ended a young life He seen him in the morning Nigga never got involved with the guns or the drugs Or the bitches or the cars He was living with a cost But paid the ultimate cost A feeling he had lost But praying over the body But the soul been gone Just another victim of the Willie Lynch syndrome Let me put you on game Take a minute to explain I'ma take you to the British West Indies Slave trade when a man with a speech came in with a thought that confused all blacks That's a motherfucking fact With a page full of hate Ideas they could take to control all slaves Even to this fucking day And that should leave you amazed The fact we influenced by a motherfucking man from the 1700's I'ma try to be exact with the stats I relate Please pay attention to the words that a nigga say Before a Jim Crow law Willie Lynch had evolved The diabolical scheme That he had seen in a dream The friction between race The pigmentation of faith Light-skinned, dark-skinned, the old against young That's enough to make ya nauseous Dividing and they conquer Killin' the subconscious A manifesto Full of nothing but some nonsense Same thought pattern that I'm seeing on the constant America's to blame for this young black conflict Take away they confidence and turn 'em into convicts Hm... Huh We're livin' in disparity And all I pray for is clarity To find peace of mind yeah that's a rarity And I'm dropping knowledge but that's sparingly And that thought of death does not scaring me I said like a G you better bury me I said like a G you better bury me And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me And on my grave pour a little bit of Hennessy I said I give a picture for this men to see And I'm suicidal don't envy me And I'm suicidal don't envy me And I'm suicidal don't envy me Crazy how his life came to a halt From the bullet he had caught His younger brother had saw He had died in his arms They're ringin' him no alarm For causin' a nigga harm Conversation with his mom She would try and keep him calm And tell him "remain strong" But his brain gone off on a whole 'nother tangent Causin' a nigga pain for he has manifested The hatred he held inside has now festered Bubbled and boiled over Turnin' that kid colder Lookin' for the motherfucker that took his older brother Got a pistol in the drawer With the automatic pump To blast on him and dump When he saw the nigga run He would pull the trigger more The body hittin' the floor The gun let off a roar Like a Vietnam tour It's the same old sound, from the same old war Two black men dead, and what was it all for? That's the same bullshit your favorite rapper would endorse The hatred of one another and I'm givin' you the source The genocide of a people that treat it like it's a sport And since they're currently on they're hardly keepin' afford I know I'm goin' to Hell, for the way I'm livin' is wrong Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone Mind. body and soul, Fire and Brimstone |