Message to those seeking to get hoe'd by the industry.
Could I ever predict that this would be the means
by which I would escape the clutches of lesser things
the den is full of wolves, they grin with razor teeth
they're waiting for you to slip so they can snatch a piece
of your life, your energy, your spirit, your inner peace
on your soul is what they feed, you cannot measure the greed
or the lengths that they will go to secure a steady stream
of income for themselves, they're pimping you on your knees
but you can't see it for real, all you see is get a deal
that'll get you off the block and get you on MTV Cribs
with Bentley's with mink floors, cribs with five floors
you graduated from herb to coking it up your nose
you're thinking it's all good, you're wishing a nigga would
try to test you on the block when you’re rolling through the hood
but you're mentally removed in your gator-skin shoes,
in a seven-forty-five, yes that's envy in their eyes
you're thinking that it's respect, but they will snap your neck
for a piece of what you've got, get your ego back in check
'cause mother fuckers are struggling, with criminal thoughts bubbling
up out of the fucking kettle, so sick of having to settle
for crumbs and bullshit, these days they pull quick
in defense of hope and health it's best that you go for self.

The Good Decisions of an Adolescent Heart

Go For Self (Intro)

It was just like food for my soul 
It was helping my mind grow old, 
wise enough to admit I don't know 
where the fruit of my life’s going to grow 
I 
It was like one of those summer dreams 
I had to take hiatus just to figure what it means 
and when it came to light it's like it was so clear to see 
that pleasure and pain is always more than what it seems 
Let's take it back to the first time you were in love 
and the object of your affection no one could come above 
It was heartfelt, like there's a weight upon your chest 
Out of all the ones you know, you know that this one is the best 
Aint no running from it, the funny feelings in your stomach 
when you start thinking that you want to tell her that you love her 
It's pleasure but possibly pain, like yin and yang 
when you start to thinking that she might not be  feeling the same, 
but love is love, you've got to get it off your chest 
If you don't, in days to come you'll be feeling nothing but stress 
Your spirit be blessed with the strength to make it happen 
Once you find she feels the same you'll be cooling out and relaxing 
in love. 
II 
We were sitting with some dried leaves 
around the corner out the back, thinking we're blowing trees 
Aint going to get much of a high messing with maple leaves 
You try to tell me that I'm not, I'm saying nigga please 
It was too early in my adolescence, 
yet I had sense enough to know about that smoky presence 
Some would say I was too young to learn that kind of lesson 
Maybe too much is coming out while I'm giving confession 
I take it as a blessing 
To tell the truth it was my family who gave me 
the rite of passage to deeper thoughts and better clarity 
and on the real it was cousins and aunties 
that gave exposure to the smell of skunk and pine trees 
We would smoke, get the munchies and then raid the cupboard 
and roll around a couple of hours laughing with each other 
Mom would come home wondering where the food is 
She made a pot of spaghetti before she left the crib 
Nowadays we all sit back and smoke together 
and mom can remember those stories down to the letter 
I know I'm not the only one with memories like these 
Just keep that peace-pipe moving and blow the smoke in the breeze. 
III 
The sound of music, use it however you choose it 
Nowadays we go as far as making babies to it 
It enhances the moment, It's something you feel, 
like increasing the intensity trying to make it real 
I remember back in the day the music would play 
My momma had that Teddy Pendergrass and Marvin Gaye 
It was kind of therapeutic in the way that she used it 
After a shitty day at work she was running to it 
It relaxes the mind, lets the conscience be free 
now who'd have ever thought this sound would be coming from me 
It doesn't matter your flavor just give it a spin 
I know your head will be bobbing before I reach the end 
You can get down with the vibe dipping side to side 
in your cherry six-four with the overdrive 
or you can just kick it, let the music be your ticket 
to another state of mind, you can ride the rhyme 
or my coat-tale, just make sure it flows well 
I can't have any less up out of the Midwest 
Just follow the rhythm, keep on hitting until you get them 
Repetition is the way, that's what the pros say 
Let the music do its job
let it take over your mind, 
hit you like your first time 
Now you feel like you can die tomorrow and everything is right in the world, 
just sing a song for your momma and give your thanks to the world.

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