S.Dot - This Man lyrics

This Man This Man This Man This Man [Chief Kamachi] Yo, most peoples life control, by the things they worship But my soul ain't for Shaitan's purchase I remember being young, grandmoms telling me to keep silent In the churches but my inner searches Went beyond scriptural verses And giving the Preacher bills from her purses Cuz what was real was the jails And the bodies that sailed in the hearses Abandoned cribs, with no operating circuits The pain not able to get your children ticket for the Circus Never leave the hood, to the ma**es bigger as the Earth is Now the Angels at your service To guide you to happiness and help you sense a higher purpose The truth is the Savior is at the end of your own arm You do anything to eat and the world say you so wrong Cultural elements, the root of emotional derailments To lead to the eyes failed princess looking thru jail friends And use to park Benzes, but ended up on park benches C'mon This Man This Man This Man This Man [Chief Kamachi] Yo, I'm the eldest, a five sibling split up So don't ask me why the L's is lit up And I'm still tryna wonder why the hell I get up? But I just can't seem to give up against the Earth and this cruelty Hell is grudge, but these streets I fell in love But than I seldom rub the wicked body of bells and bub In the hood trap, and they tryna derail the sub After the hammer drop, then there's nothing to tell the judge See the pen coming; hear the state bus running often tryna tuck something We grizzling but end up in the prison yard whistling On d**h row looking for protestors and petitions Listen to the words of a scattered musician Who speaks for the youth caught in a loop Living a lawless truth for a faluce Their minds is loose, and it's never a time for truce In these jungles we die for our fruits See the police eyeing our troops Eating steaks and french fries on the stoop With a buck 25 and a Goose Hustling like we don't see no white guys on the roof But that's the risk you take when it's a nighttime on the duce- sing This Man This Man This Man This Man [Chief Kamachi] Yo these are j**els for an Honest Abe After I sit down and contemplate I was so hurt by my mama's fate Knowing her son about to dominate And she can blow out the candles on her promised cake And endure a finer place That's why I stay with a piranha face In search of gold fish, nurtured from a soul dish Look at the way the streets oppression mold us Corrupted mommies press their soldier I grew up with the Avenue in me Plus I picked up the habits of plenty Thorough young boy, the old heads said they'd give me Everything from revolvers to semi to dope Tryna stay afloat, it's easy to stray away from hope When everyday is broke, looking back at 58th and Pascle Ave When I was playing tag in my lil rascal rags This Man This Man This Man This Man