[Sevin]
I’m on the Road to Perdition
Politic wit extended clips for the hollow tips
Fhhh… Oh would they listen
One-Fifty-One mixed up in a twist
While sniffing dope through my system
Ain’t known for my wisdom
Half of me was hopin I’d miss ‘em
While the other half strokin’ the piston
Never really aimed, but I know that I know that I hit ‘em
Drop, pop leakin brains from his dome when I split ‘em
Burgundy rag dust the prints off the curves of the mag
Tires chirp cuz I’m perved gettin’ further down gerber
Observin’ the ave
No remorse for a rival, it’s survival
He deserved what he had
Streets cold as freon
The Titanic still clasps with the peons
From sun-up to the evenon’
Funk get drawn out for eons
Gats glow neon homie... it’s the wrong side to be on
Welcome to a horror flick
It don’t matter what you sell
And the tales either way make the quarter flip
Jack moves for your whip, it’s sorta sick
Mom’s on the stick so the daughter’s left on the strip
And dope is the pope in this religion
Hopeless is the hope that I cope with the system
Freedom or jail...
Either way I’m doing life behind the bars of poverty
The fact I starve calls for robbery
You think I’d be concerned with the laws ya’ll followin’?
Ya’ll ball, my stomach line’s hollow and …
Yet and still I do pray for release
We in the age of the beast
I gave to the streets my soul
Cuz no peace is the peace I know
I figure hell ain’t here, so at least I’ll go
They say I’m enslaved to the streets — I know
But my mind stays enraged in the cage of a deep silo
Who could free that?
Tryin’ ta bring my brother Khalid back
But it seems that
Whatever I serve they gon’ feed back
And I can’t retract the fact
That I done did dirt
Got me tryin to ignore the pain dog but it did hurt
Disconcerned is my pretense
My homie got picked off we switched from offense to defense
Mo’ trees keeping knee bent to console me
To the fact I just lost five homies in a back-to-back sequence
Sick of havin’ to rap the gat daily
Clack it, act swayzy cuz Sac is that crazy
And maybe I could detach the actions that made me
Put down my mask and three-eighty
Bag me a lady, do the family thing — have me a baby
But the street life’s continued so the ave’s gon’ be shady
I’m a two strike felon with melanin in my skin-tone
Can’t see the future but I smell it in the brimstone
Scripture’s got me crazy - not from JC
I study the verses from 2Pac and Jay-Z
Cuz they relate to the lost, sick and crazy
And none of them took the cross
…Lord, who gon’ save me?