DESCRIPTION:
The Solution
(produced by Daniel Steele)


Verse 1:
How you feel about
Seeing babies on the street
With the heat
Who eats
When it's beef
And it's cold out
North Poles
No clothes
When it's goes down
In the city
Inner city
Ain't a bit a pretty
Coppers
Missing robbers
Just to get a penny
Justice system sicker than the intervention given to individuals with limited images with
Intimate visuals
Of
The most high
Most die in this jungle watch the crows fly
I grow tired in the summer
When the bones rise
The chrome cried in his stomach
When his soul died
How many murders in an hour
Prolly 4-5
Only time they got power
When they hold 9s
It only took 3 days for the one to rise
I know they tired-a walking crooked
Cuz they looking blind
They want power
They will find it when they put it down
It's up in heaven
Name em 7
In a daze
Cuz they weaker than they realize
Tell em life ain't ours
Don't waste time
Tryna find life
In everything that's finna die.
Don't let em lie to em
Give him evidence of heaven when you ride thru em
We gotta tell em
It's something better
In heaven embedded
In everything ever seen
Ever been
Evident
Excellent
And it's
God


Verse 2: Eshon

Verse 3:
I seen the blood of Able
Screaming from the streets
When it speaks
We don't hear it
But we fear it
From his own mouth
Bullets ripping thru a whip
Just for listening to hits
The heart with tints
Was darker the car parked
With kids
I wonder if the heart was skin
Bullets looking for darkest sin
Who's the target then?
It's all of us
We Paul bearers
We all lovers
We all jealous
When Paul tell us
We all zealous
For death
Russian roulette
Click click
Who's next?
Is it you?
Did a witch put a hex
On the youth?
Kaleidoscope triggers
Seeing colors
With they shoot
Put the text in they chest
Red letters in they roof
Look up
Sign language to the deaf
And it's proof
That the Hands
Take commands
When dark
Ain't rebuked
It's the feet of the beast
In the belly
Of the streets
Tryna eat
But the priest
Shed his blood
For the food




In the city of death
Looking for the tree of life
In a pair of 23 Nikes
Blessed
That I m looking for it in the first place
Could be a different scenario
The worst case
Take an aerial shot of my block
And see the glock of an officer pop a kid
That's how it is in this ghetto metropolis
Way before the introduction of stop and frisk
It was killer
Hopeless
A dream deferred
Fiend drop a dope dish and a needle by the curb
Heroine is a heroine
A deliver a savior a medicine
For some
Cold night cold pipe full of hot fire
Praying to the dope god they don't even know God
How many killings in a night Jackie 4-5?
I took 3 shots that was back in 95'
Nowadays they'll kill you for a g-shock
Trigga click bang boom sounding like a beatbox
Thank God for God doe
Take a hoodlum and turn him to an apostle
Turn a simple brush stroke into a Picasso
Turn the death of His only Son into the Gospel
That's deep!
That should let you know that true life/love is not cheap
I oppose what false prophets preach in the street

Hook

I overcame
That novacane
I was numb
To the shots from that gun
I was living so insane
Oh I'm so ashamed
But I'm done
Living life on the run
Forever
The moment you realize
That this is realer than it seems
Wish You could open your eyes
And realize it's all a dream
I wanna wake up
I wanna wake up
From this nightmare
I wanna wake up
But I'm right here
When I wake up


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