I'd like to meet:
'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings
To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries
Pass out papers that read: Love God
See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops
I watch because every thugs face is my mirror
But this was one in particular
This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro
16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get him to smoke
He insane, already gone mad
Blames himself for his setbacks
Dangerous street corners where his sets at
Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs
Chasin' him, his ass was flarin'
Smokin' like a chimney, on really, of course he not carin'
He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin'
I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion
A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne
What angels saw, with golden wings in thug's mansiono I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz
Little kids scared cops, wit red dots
Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors
Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers
Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires
Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on
Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up
And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em
Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of
Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota
Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen
It's frightening....
Music:
NOTORIOUS B.I.G, FRANK SINATRA, AND ANYTHING PRODUCED BY FRANK MORANCINI, KRS ONE, RAKIM THE GOD!! MC SHAN, MARLY MARL, ROXANNE SHANTE, LISA STANFIELD, JEFF REDD, BOB MARLEY,ELVIS CRESPO DATS FOR MY SALSA CATZZ!!!!LOL DIDDY, MAX B, BIG DADDY KANE, KOOL MO DEE, 50 CENT, AND BELIEVE IT OR NOT IM MORE OF AN R&B FAN THAN RAP, JUST SOME SHIT TO LISTEN TO AND CHILL TO. AND I LIKED BLOCK!
DIPSET
NAS JAY-ZBIGGIE BIG PUN TUPAC FAT JOE THE LOX JIM JONESEMINEMJAE HOODLIL KIMHOVA IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Movies:
THE GODFATHER, DO THE RIGHT THING, CROOKLYN, CLAUDINE, CARLITOS WAY, THE NINJA TURTLES!! LOL AND A BRONX TALE OF COURSE, AND PAID IN FULL.
Television:
history channel, the learning channel, A&E. FLAVA OF LOVE, BASEBALL. JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING, AND I LIKE TO WATCH BLACK AND WHITE MOVIES TOO.
Books:
children of the matrix, behold a pale white horse, the qu'ran. and any book that speaks the truth.
Heroes:
herbert, orville redenbacher, al capone, batman, flava flav, pappy mason, hamo, the REAL 50 cent, beavis and butthead, cut creator, kid capri, bobby brown, AND ALL MAH DJ'S OUT THIER DOING IT THE REAL WAY. MARIO AND LUIGI AND ANY ALCOHOLIC PEOPLE WHO ARE SUCCESSFUL.
