Mickey Wallace - One Mic lyrics
[Verse 1: Mickey Wallace] All I need is one beat one mic And make sure it's plugged in One airwave to carry it to the world's end Just one verse one bar shy of 85 No hook no weed no gin no red eye Just me, one man band I stand tall Humbled in the eyes of God knowing we all fall Here to educate through song trying to teach a few Far from what's popular with the youth But this truth must be stated over rated? It can't be Truth from a youth like you listen this may be Exactly what your souls been missing You don't have to rock your head just listen Close your eyes it's a heart brake vision When stray bullets strike innocent meat Shattered 40oz bottles in the middle of streets Babes are born c**aine in vein to slang soda Playtimes out young men the game's over Troops in the field they turn round about face Soldiers in the hood got 4pounds around waist Toss flakes into the gra** when jakes give chase k**ing one another for bu*ter falling from all grace Mamie 14 she pregnant having a li'l one Daddy went broke on the dice yet feel he should've won Prophecies coming to pa** we living foul Turn around and bow my people the time is now! (All I need is one mic) Told you there's no break here No cop out of hook I'll make it all clear Broadcast live direct reporting from a block Similar to yours no chorus because it don't stop Look at what we teaching the kids Without an ounce of remorse for the lies we live Everybody want to take tell me will you give? In this world where the creeds' get it how you live (It's all messed up) Step back an*lyze look at how the hate flow Young dude middle school idolize a bank roll High school dropped out said he got to make mo Fast cash shots blast never heard drive slow Baby had the whole world gave to her real quick Skipped school s**ed dudes baby feeling real sick Baby got a baby on the way baby feel this No man no plan baby just a mistress Pops either dipped or dead or doing jail time Mama not tripping bout the kids when it's mail time Nail time hair time never made care time This 3D you aitn getting it through the grapevine Came from the bottom now we headed for the top (YES) Have we gotten low (YES) Just to get mo (YES) Advocate of progress Willing to get no rest Got to feed family we hungry and it's just a Lil further lil longer lil mo so we Get tougher grind smarter pray harder for a Better living better vision on the moun – tain peak It's so sweet when I think about how it could be (But) Some say it's farfetched Was told life's a wretch I play this game 4 quarters no time for the bench No referee so, fouls in the streets go Kind of like commando, squad with your fam do Utilize tools these broke dudes need a fix Game don't stop so you got to watch for the pick Watch how your man get cold then he sick Feen for the cheese disease infecting your chips Welcome to the hoods of the earth Where nobody owns dirt yet we fight for the turf Some never had a job so they call white work Learned to work a 45 cause it came with perks Learned to flirt with a broad as a means of leisure Love God just because we were told He sees us Wondering with how we living, how we go see Jesus? Hate the hood and everything about it please believe us My Lord! Help us all internally the spirit and flesh clashing War is deep this beef's forever lasting Complete with the mental scars So being free is like a prison yard, drama where does it start? Could it be that I was born in sin? Baptized in the Son yet the dark crept in? Misled by the lies of a good guys grin? Sold souls to the devil for a promise to win? Or better yet, should I blame the authority figures? Date it back to the first one that called us n***a Put the crack in the hoods with intentions to k** us Yet now we back by surprise and the whole world feel us Open eyes all ye people and see these signs Front page headlines it's the coming of time You think I'm crazy? God is the truth do you want to be found? Well then bring your life to Christ the time is now