Muss mir mal die Lif Alben besorgen, wobei mir das I Phantom und die Neue den snippets zufolge schonmal nicht unbedingt zusagen, aber die "Sleepyheads" soll sehr cool sein :thumb:
Weiter gehts:
"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis,
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie,
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye,
He looked at me, he thought about it,
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible,
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow,
And so tomorrow comin later than usual,
Waitin' on someone to pity us,
While we findin beauty in the hideous,
They say money's the root of all evil, but I can't tell,
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills,
Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build,
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill,
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal,
What's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke,
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes,
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought,
That my man Louis' statements just provoked,
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth,
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth,
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard,
Your firearms are too short to box with God,
Without faith, all of that is illusionary,
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary...
Wenn dem so ist, kenn ich es aber sicher nicht