Economy on the rise within the nation,/
Benefiting from strawberry pickers in fields of immigration/
Death still a verdict that has everyone's fascination/
Like a 13 year old that just discovered masturbation/
I'm feelin its time for the game to replace its face for a renovation/
Like the Grand Opening of Hip Hops new revelation/
Inventions of the past still new like the Space Station/
But murders still occuring bullets flyin without hesitation/
It's time for reality to strike the children and get them in school/
Cause Education shouldnt be a privledge but a rule/
If you aint got it then you like a mechanic without a tool/
Like the fabrics of your life be knitted from the spool/
This aint bullshit I'm speakin this street history teachin/
Learn live it becomes gospel to your life/
But why does marriage occur when you perform adultery on ya wife/
Kobe? Ya that fool is lying/
If I was him I take my private plane flying/
To the Caribbean or Cayman Islands/
Cause a 19 year old desk clerk aint worth ya fame dyin/
Enough with the media and drama on the television/
I'm just glad to be back here spittin after I dumped a pidgeon/
Birds fly in flocks and they shit on you too/
And never date a hoe that still watches Scooby Doo/
That means trouble times too, Immaturity is not for you/
Cause shes not only checkin you, shes checkin ya road dawg too/
Commentin him on his clothes and his air force shoe/
Then soupin up his head and in the end leavin you/
But thats just one of my problems to discuss/
It's seems like my world is upside down full of ruckus/
Cause bitches cant face to face they jus fuck us/
Politics takin over the country for the green and the greed/
Pregnancy between the teens is growin develops seeds/
Cant remember when a dime costs a dime for a samp of weed/
Have to life your life social and follow creed/
While half the populations is sexually diseased/
By the time 2005 we'll probably be deceased/
But still B.R.E 4 lyfe and I'm reppin/
I square danced to this song while half steppin/
Tellin knowledge and spittin of parodies/
An oxymoron is a bitch thinkin of marryin me/
Jus hope If I'm shot down someone will carry me/
I never want to leave rap game that's scurry/
6 feet deep rest in peace but my rap name will not be buried/