Human kind's past isn't a pretty one
There's been wars and d**hs, it's all been done
Then there's people who complain, pathetic motherf**ers who say-
Need money to make money!
But their eyes are blood shot, tears streaming
You realised that there's no point in even dreaming
All you can do is roll a joint
And hope that's you're rapping is on point
Your names not big yet..- it's nothing
You take the cards you were dealt, try bluffing
You need money to make money
But you got none
You think you can pull of a hit and just run?
Well you wrong n***a!
People doing life didn't cry when they got caught
So when you get put away for a week you p**y white boy;
You can know that ain't nobody gonna employ! You f**ed your life up! So don't try and back out cause for the rest of your existence you will be getting an*l f**ed!
You get caught, and pull a gun
While immortal technique is dancing with the devil
You realise you wanna be up on his level
But you know that ain't gonna happen
So you pull the trigger and unload the led
You realise what you done so then and there you fled
You see that the n***as dead
And a posters up advertising your head
Two million dollars is the price on you, but everyone f**ing knows that your gonna skip the queue
They're gonna put you straight in with the bad boys
You better hope that in the middle of the night you don't hear a noise cause if you do you're fu*kED. Them n***as are coming and they won't be true
People die every day but your gonna feel a greater pain
Your gonna wish you got hit by that f**ing train!
At first your only intention was getting your family it's daily bread
But then you just watched a man as he bled and bled
You caused that sh**, you k**ed a n***a
You wanted to rap but you're doing life instead