South To Da West - 2naut1

Here I am Lord and I'm drowning, in Your sea of forgetfulness The chains of yesterday surround me, I yearn for peace and rest I don't want to end up where You found me And it echoes in my mind Keeps me awake tonight I know you've cast my sin as far as the East is from the West And I stand before You now as though I've never sinned But today I feel like I'm just one mistake away From You leaving me this way Chorus: Jesus can you show me just how far the east is from the west 'Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been Rising up in me again In the arms of Your mercy I find rest 'Cause You know just how far the east is from the west From one scarred hand to the other I start the day, the war begins Endless reminding of my sin And time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away From You leaving me this way I know You've washed me white Turn my darkness into life I need Your peace to get me through To get me through this night I can't live by what I feel About the truth Your word reveals I'm not holding on to You But You're holding on to me You're holding on to me

Uh, bloody murder, murder, murder Bloody murder, murder, murder, murder Bloody murder, murder, murder, murder Bloody murder, murder, murder Paper read, "Murder Black-on-Black murder" Paper read, "Murder Black-on-Black murder" This is to the memory of Danroy Henry Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly Strays from the same shade, nigga, we on the same team Giving you respect, I expect the same thing All-black everything, nigga you know my fresh code I'm out here fightin' for you, don't increase my stress load Niggas watchin' the throne, very happy to be Power to the people, when you see me, see you And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital Heard about at least three killings this afternoon Looking at the news like, "Damn, I was just with him after school" No shop class, but half the school got a tool And a "I could die any day" type attitude Plus his little brother got shot reppin' his avenue It's time for us to stop and re-define Black power 41 souls murdered in 50 hours The paper read, "Murder Black-on-Black murder" The paper read, "Murder Black-on-Black murder" again "Murder" again Is it genocide? 'Cause I can still hear his mama cries Know the family traumatized Shots left holes in his face 'bout piranha-sized The old pastor closed the cold casket And said the church ain't got enough room for all the tombs It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from I feel the pain in my city wherever I go 314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died, uh Real niggas just multiply And they say 21, I was supposed to die So I'm out here celebrating my post-demise If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival You gon' end up pulling down niggas that look just like you What up Blood? Uh, what up cuz? Uh, it's all Black, uh, I love us The paper read, "Murder Black-on-Black murder" The paper read, "Murder Black-on-Black murder" again "Black-on-Black murder" again "Black-on-Black murder" again It's a celebration of black excellence Black tie, black Maybachs Uh, Black excellence, opulence, decadence Tuxes next to the president, I'm present I dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris In sheepskin coats, I silence the lambs Do you know who I am Clarice? No cheap cologne whenever I "shh-shh" Success never smelled so sweet I stink of success, the new Black elite They say my Black Card bear the mark of the beast I repeat, my religion is the beat My verse is like church, my Jesus piece Now please, domino, domino Only spot a few Blacks the higher I go, uh What's up to Will? Uh, shout out to O, uh That ain't enough, we gonna need a million more, uh Kick in the door, uh, Biggie flow I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go Yeah, it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go So we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P From parolees that hold G's, sold keys, low keys We like the promised land of the OG's In the past if you picture events like a black tie What the last thing you expect to see? Black guys What's the life expectancy for Black guys? The system's working effectively, that's why I'll be a real man, take care of your son Every problem you had before this day is now done New crib, watch a movie 'Cause ain't nothin' on the news but the blues Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci Now ain't nothin' new but your shoes Sunday morning, praise the Lord You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for So let's savor this moment and take it to the floor Black excellence, truly yours

[Verse One] I been a menace to society Since when? Since menace to society Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly Felt like my label hidin' me But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of hard Wit' C-Rod and the squad This whole industry's a façade Man this ain't real life Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like Man these niggaz is all hype Not even rappin' on real mics They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz Hoe pick a rhyme [Chorus] Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's so special 'bout him Ay, he ain't all that shit I set the city in fire Have you seen that shit? Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's the big deal about him? He ain't even that shit I set the city on fire Have you seen that shit? [Verse Two] It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin' And I'm one of 'em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you ain't nice Regardless of your publishing deal You can't write I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic The king of the south Nothin' else worth a fight You wanna bet? Well put yo' budget up Match the price Me and you like putting matches to ice You won't make it Before I had a deal I was still butt naked God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise The truth nigga Like Beenie's first LP You can do a song with N'Sync And couldn't outsell me I'm a legend in my own time A prophet in my own rhymes A king wit' a concubine [Chorus] Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen They come and go So why I'm runnin' now And I ain't never run before Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow Stoppin' the show Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes You just keep watchin' the door Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor Fluff his pockets and go Put a quarter block on his nose And a glock in his clothes He can keep his watches and gold For his momma to hold She'll be there buyin' the hoes Before the drama unfolds They know shawty outta control Got me hot as a stove Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud Wettin' up yo' polos 44's and Callico's A black and a chrome Lettin' loose and splackin' your dome Hoppin' back in the Brougham Known for kickin' in yo' door Wavin' gats in yo' home Clearin' it out I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out You hearin' about The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart Because you know sacrifice Was near and dear to your heart [Chorus] [Talking] Ay, my niggaz Y'all already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad For life nigga Sanchez on the beat, dig this man I'ma keep it always pimpin' I'm stayin' down Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in Get cha little motherfuckin' deal Go sell records Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga What you wanna do nigga? Fuck y'all niggaz Come see about me if you don't like it King of da God damn south Rubberband man in this bitch Uh, oh, oh