feelin' the steam from the cauldron
With tension runnin' deep as the ocean
Many are called, but so few are chosen
As I go through the motions,
of medication uppin' my dosage
Wind & Fire "Devotion" as I admire the focus
Takin' the city with a grain of salt
Where they tastin' foul, chase it down,
with the latest malt liquor
Roll and hit it, knife did it,
hope you got some smarts with you
Hope you got some heart it ain't no
stoppin' when it start, nigga
And I ain't trippin' not a Bobby Brown,
lippin' with my nose runnin'
Basically I had two, options I just chose one
like my picture was on a most wanted
Coast to coast, from L.A. to Chicago
Now I'm faced, with the weight of survival,
From the way I been lied to while the
preacher man spittin' his gospel
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