I spit for children’s ears in hopes that they see the truth before them
To make a difference for the good get out the hood and be foremen
The frontlines of war are never easy that’s why they call us leaders
To lead the camp straight out of harm and make our soldiers teachers
I’m the professor, so here’s a lesson and I pray that you can learn from
If war was not taught in history classes then what would be the outcome
We’d repeat the same mistake and never learn what was the problem
And to all future country leaders of this position we would rob them
I repeat myself in hopes that I might reach that one important soul
Who maybe never knew what kind of power was in his or her control
To all my ghetto hoods, and product deliverers take a moment for me
To see that risking your life for ghetto cash is worse than gambling
For cash can be lost and gained in transactions that only take seconds
But a life is gone forever; just look at all the clouds up in the heavens
Each cloud represents ten thousand souls of elite & sheer prominence
The grains of sand represent sands of times and all of their dominance
And god plays no role in what you choose to do with life’s options
You can take them, give them, leave them, or think its plain nonsense
But in the end you’ll see my friend that no matter what you do…you’re the problem.