Mi' wan' see drugs and guns out di' land…
Rescue di' culture from di' sinkin' sand..(2x)
This 'aint 'bout Mother Goose sly foxes and Goldieloxes
It's about blacks puttin' blacks in boxes.

Verse 1

"Jesus, I had enough of this… can ya Please jus reach and teach us?
How to maintain and withstand the pain...Get my life on & stop going insane…" 
Positive Hip Hop is therapy for the brain, negativity makes me feel drained. 
Yo, where’s it at? Where has it gone?  I need my peace, word is bond... word is bond…
This is serious, I put on wax actual facts I experience… in the ghetto
this ‘aint no place for sweet like amaretto or soft like jello.
Yo, so how you ‘gon fight the devil when he plots and schemes to take us to lower levels?
"I have a dream" ...that one day I can get cream, get away, come clean, 
stay away from crime scenes. Na mean?  I wanna be chillin’ never illin’
... fulfillin' God's will and avoidin' blood spillin' but when I’m under attack again, 
understand friend, keep it real then, I’m a man…There 'aint no choice I have. 
Don’t believe my verses? …ask my nurses on 135th and Lennox Ave.

Some of us know the right thing to do but it's on cause we live in a war zone…

Mi' wan' see drugs and guns out di' land…
Rescue di' culture from di' sinkin' sand..(2x)
This 'aint 'bout Mother Goose sly foxes and Goldieloxes
It's about blacks puttin' blacks in boxes.
 

Verse 2 

I try so hard to represent God
This ‘aint no facad so don’t look at me odd.
My peeps get bent and become violent...go for self to remain existent.
I wanna hollar cause I don’t have a dollar …all I have is fifteen cent…
brothas starvin', we wanna vent...You wonder why respect for life is absent...
Peeps out here don’t feel the holy spirit...they'll cut you in a minute
and come see if job is finished.  Tired of the gun slingin, phones ringin, 
with the bad news hospitals be bringin now we church hymn singin…
here we go again and bringin' corpses in boxes from churches to hearses to grave yards.
Think about anotha who played the wrong card…
war scarred, life hard, and never knew the true glory of God
in a world of decadence...revival is my only defense …too tough, can’t fight with silence. 

Some of us know the right thing to do but it's on cause we livin in a war zone…
 

Mi' wan' see drugs and guns out di' land…
Rescue di' culture from di' sinkin' sand..(2x)
This 'aint 'bout Mother Goose sly foxes and Goldieloxes
It's about blacks puttin' blacks in boxes.