Promise You'll Sing About Me (Ma...

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When the lights shut off

And it's my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

 

I said when the lights shut off

And it's my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

 

I woke up this morning mourning, but prayed for my brothers after,

my life would tell its own story, today was another chapter,

ghettos, slums, and housing projects, they’re all the battle zones,

where kids roam with chrome, leave ‘em alone with no chaperones,

probably from single mothers, absent fathers, daddy issues,

and people promotin' peace but they possibly packin’ pistols,

their residents fascinated with money, infatuated,

but still their life has no point or right direction, navigation,

and there’s no path to pave, of course there’s crack in the streets,

and poverty punctures, penetrates, renegades aggravated,

where people are really brothers but only got deeper hatred,

when truly the struggles trouble ‘em and they’re equal related,

the Jews, Irish, Chinese, Koreans, Hispanics, and blacks,

with Crown Heights and L.A. riots, constant panic attacks,

some people hold the wealth and power and run the country,

and set up the fuckin’ rules to divide the masses by money,

some people are not accepted into the mainstream society,

so they join the police to kill brothers, and fake try-to-be’s,

some groups own the local stores, restaurants, and news stands,

and judge and murder others assuming that they’re on food stamps,

and blacks and Latinos bustin’ and shootin’ up at they cousins,

like heroin, but it’s crack in the ghettoes, hardcore hustlin’,

and bussin’, serving the rest, and constant flirting with death,

and fuck hurting your rep, we’re worried ‘bout other breaths,

money trees, and sloth and gluttony come from empty stomachs,

creatin' thieves and other criminals with plans for the cream,

I knew niggas in teams with greed, sixteen, and already fiendin',

leanin' and leanin' towards the devils on shoulders, for green

we dream like Martin Luther King, it ain't a thing, for you I'mma sing

 

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

 

When the lights shut off

And it's my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

 

Stray shots, the block stays hot, Glocks locked or not,

and cops who pop 'em, lock 'em, like dancin', with Manson rot,

I grew up a lower middle class youth around corrupt cops,

and blacks and whites fighting over money, threw buckshots,

and gangstas would bust shots, thugs' drugs, they must not,

kill but still they will to reach the bugs, and at bus stops,

speak of the Devil then, in the lion's den, got to say it,

man, peace to Michael Ainsworth, he truly was heaven sent,

and could have been president except their was evidence,

but we all got rap sheets, our communities ever since,

they locked us up in the prisons, I'm bangin' against the system,

specifically blacks are harmed, but yo, we never do miss 'em,

cockin' their guns and revolvers, and steady lockin' the slums,

under stoppin', poppin', and watchin' 'em, brother, father, and son,

just divide 'em in half, and then split the ghetto in sectors,

security guards and bankers defending metal detectors,

with leaders' speakin' the truth but their lawyers wouldn't know it,

junkies and fiends for sneakers, Adidas, and they sugarcoat it,

I think I'm here for a reason, to make a speech for greed,

and thieves for cream, money trees' roots, strange fruit, treason,

creatin' logical fallacies, thinkin' that we believe 'em,

and thinkin' that they deceive us, defeat us, leave a mentality,

but instead it just toughens us, leaves us with harsh realities,

'member the streets and ghettoes and slums, ain't 'bout the salaries,

it's all about the rings and diamond chains when you flex ya wrist,

and Lexuses and ice and coke and 'Cris, but we expected it,

caught up in stupid dreams that we'll always have but never miss,

and people just turn they heads, possessed, we need a exorcist,

I promise that it's obsession, to hide us from your oppression,

and drives us into depression, these demons, it's a possession,

we're caught up in the possessions, but still you taught us lessons,

you leave us with essence, when you pass, still have your presence,

for the future, and aggression is bred, nothing to fake about,

the guns, crack, and system, and heat, just ways to take us out,

this demon said sing about me, without me, still remember me,

my brothers will take care of you, while I reminisce memories

 

When the lights shut off

And it's my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me

 

When the lights shut off

And it's my turn to settle down

My main concern

Promise that you will sing about me

Promise that you will sing about me