Dead People

Gangsta rap culture is a vulture culture.
We are scavengers instead of crafters of a sculpture.
Feeding off the dead with the fangs of dead rhymes,
Licking tongues of lies, and the claws of live crimes.
We are like a muslim who loves to eat swine,
Or a pedo priest who uses religion to hide. I
Think about my mother and the hand that she was dealt.
World gave her nothing but she still gave us the belt. I
Used to hate it then but she did it out of love.
Nowadays the parents let the children run amuck.
Nowadays the teachers want to use children for loving,
Teacher pets the pet because she wants more than some hugging.
Let a man do that and they put him in the grave.
Let a chick do that they slap her wrist like Deb Lafave. I
Hope the wrath of G-o-d can surely be stayed even
Though we yo we in the Last Days. Every time I turn a-
Round.

I see Dead people.

Blood must be running from the screaming hearts of souls
Sold to the devil for a level untold of
Riches. Big booty devilfied witches.
Hating on snitches when they only snitch to
Rid the hood of evil and help the decent people.
But here comes the hatred from the dead.
Want to hurt or kill the snitch for what the snitch said.
That's because the dead have no real shame, they
Burn with pride and rage inflamed.
They love bad while hating what is righteous,
Just like the Pharisees who hated Christ, its
High places that taste of sour nectar.
We the emcees used to be the protectors
And the ressurectors of the rap music sector.
But we turned our back on what Q Tip said and be-
Came undertakers instead. Everytime I turn a-
Round.

I see Dead people.

Wet dead eyes. Dry dead ears.
Cold dead mouths who burn up their peers with
Jeers and fears for years and years.
Drowning thirst with a hunger for beers.
Moving to worse with a lust for weed.
Proving a curse with a love for speed.
Smoothing the arm as they move up to needles.
Smooching any people once they want crack.
Started off as kids who ain't know how to act.
What was cool now leads to death.
Smell it in their voice, hear it in their words.
Noun and then their pain is a verb.
Seen in the hood, seen where you will
Seen from DC to Oxon Hill.
Strength of future falls flat on the feeble.
Fall on your knees and pray to God. Every time I turn a-
Round

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[TheBlacksmith11]

It's tight man. More and more are speaking up. Soon, soon man, soon the masses will understand and we will win.

[filmtress]

So true brother. This is the kind of rap and musical genius we need back in our lives and community. I love it. Please don't stop putting this out. I especially love how you show something many blacks see whites and other cultures doing when you say "Everytime I turn around." They are always mimiking us, good & bad. I prefer the 'good' but they are naturally attracted to debased things. It shows you what they're made of. The music & movie industries manipulate the medium for they're own agenda.