They say he was a monster from birth, so Fuck it, I'll just a lean warn-os them hoes I suppose O took on the street life Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise Wasn't the school type, I was too cool My agenda wasn't general education, nigga Generalizing Obie's expectations It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos Bad news my nigga, pass the brew Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you So rapidly homies become causualties We was just playing Madden Now a nigga sad for his family, that's how it happens Dudes get blasted, another casket Another child becomes a fatherless bastard Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet It's so tragic, and Obie can't get past it And you wonder why a nigga'll flash it Just to, show these demons that I ain't having it Put 'em beneathe the grass in a flash Homie I'm from the craft And to make it where I'm at, that's called Soldierism Real niggaz notice em, they wanna flow with 'em Wanna do major shows with 'em Get the fuck out the ghetto wit 'em Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, don't fret This is the set we live in But I ain't crying or whining about my enviornment Even though black folk is dying constant Niggaz'll shoot you unconscious Wit no conscience, until you lose conscience Conscious, and pompous white folk think I'm just rhyming Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining Like I just speak violent applying to the business I'm in Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing Moving on up was just The Jeffersons Rest of us watching the tube got less then them So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out? He got the weapon all because his whereabouts Born and raised, mental slaves And I don't see change before I'm seeing the grave All I see is my homies corpse decay Crying at his wake, can't recognize his face Face it, you not identifying with me My identity distorts ya visibility So you can't see me, peep what he's achieving You recieve information from TV I'm in the hood, I live it you read about it Rest in peace Peezy Please believe Obie eyes've seen The Wire Prior to what you seeing on the screen I done been in and out of the bing Lost niggaz to unfortunate things That's why, praise the Lord I'm still on the scene Praise the Creator who made human beings Just for creating a nigga like me A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah
[Chorus 2X] Wake up I try to reach out but you won't Wake up My brothers and sisters, we got to Wake up 'Fore you stuck in the system, and then ya Wake up Reality hits ya, before you can Wake up
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