From Apples to oranges, swore I was dormant
Flow's still funky, first breath of the morning
Ignored all the warnings, now I go for mine
Knowing it's that season, GOD giving the signs
I wanna call Ty, but they gave him long time
Kept it real, went wrong, so I wrote him a rhyme
Daily on my mind, man, you make the climb sturdier
Swamp's k**er croc, it goes deep, we get dirtier
When your mom worries, bruh, I feel her pain
No justice in our system, so don't feel no shame
Our Army's gathered warriors to make the change
So by the time they send you home, we can be in the game
I'll begin by saying: I've been blessed just to know one
Brother that's another with the mind of a Shogun
Get back, we can roll one, speak about our lives
Talk about the war we'll wage, no more hands tied
They put you in those walls, keep your mind outside
Because time does fly and when this subsides...
Wherever I ride or roam, you're travelin'
Far from them forts in Mansfield and Marion
Things must get scary in the darkest nights
But you told me to survive, and we'll see the light
The trillest kind of shine can't be compromised
Tho sittin' still will give your ills time to build up lies
But in our eyes, you're a King and a General
Stay strong mentally, spiritually, and physical
Leave that Hell in a Cell, and the title's ours to grasp
Climb the ladder, cut the case, and then claim our Free Cash
The 5 need their dad, Bri needs a brother
The Streets need Loh and Tawanna needs her lover
Ducking undercovers ain't the life of a King
Planned to be k**ah Bees,now you running from Sting
Bunk in the bing, there's a better way but you cling
To the very same mess that we're aiming to clean
Fine. Trap life is that, I understand it
But I suggest that it's time to get on grown man sh**
Long term plan sh**, no hating it's love
See the system's just raping your life with no glove
Casualty when Capitalist Greed meets bad choices
Cement walls and bars, you hear our voices
Our dreams of Rolls Royces, I shouldered it all
Then Grandma pa**ed, I had no one to call
The best laid plansturned to boulders and fall
Was the aim of your balling just to tear out the mall?
Go ahead call me a traitor, hater of a player
And I'll be dat, like Redman, and see you later
Courtside Lakers, snap a picture for you
I'm Big Cuz with no luxury for skipping the truth
The Complex is pimping our youth, I can't take it
All the concepts for the booth, we can't make em
I'ma show you the pudding and proof and won't fake em
Dear Lord, keep your hands on my Mick, but don't shake him
Unless it's to a better way, getaway and brighter days
Crossing this road of life, give him the right of way
So I can stop repeating this "Free Mick Bain"
And the next time they fit him, it can be with gold chains