But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up
To keep crime out or keep our ass in
All 13 lines are lyrics and wisdom is the top theme (5). Blood supplies 5, a song about family, loyalty and sameness: "Blood is a terrible thing to waste". Thought Process and Soul Food give two each, on loyalty and frustration at street level and on perseverance and food politics. Cell Therapy asks whether a gate keeps crime out or keeps people in. The page is steady and sermon-like, with no interviews.
Life taught me a lot
That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot
In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons
Blood is a terrible thing to waste
It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
Helpin' the enemy win the game
Each word that I say may cut you like a knife
And totally influence and change somebody life
But I won't accept that this is how it's gon' be
Devil you gotta let me and my people go
I admit (What?), I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon' do some more
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
I never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad
I was glad cause I had my Moma
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they slick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable
“Soul Food”Verified · Genius
Because If I hada went and took the easy way
Wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
Not greedy or livin' lavish yet, but you can bet
That when I do, nobody from my crew will I forget
Each and every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been a part of this mess
'Cause the system got us fucked up