Franky J - A Message for Your Mind lyrics

Artist: Rappin 4-Tay Album: Dangerous Minds Soundtrack Song: A Message For Your Mind Ain't nobody gettin no younger, man, we're just gettin older and We need to get bolder than bold as we've ever been Our reference as Africans, where our folks sittin They cryin out laughin The game is all you know so you in it to win it, right? Trippin, a gang o' bullets, decided to find a fight Life is scattered in directions, brotherly connections Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction I hope for the best and say a prayer and keep steppin Too many kids they own an automatic weapon A lot of them wanna go home instead of hangin out It's kinda hard when you're parents' straight smoked out For you fisters, stay prepared for the up and coming Get all you can while you can and result to something You be surprised with this talent that we hold But we forget and go sick outta control A lotta homies to die, they left a true lesson Or fill your soul that I love, this another blessing You want funk, it used to be bing-bing To the dome, but nah now it's really on Go out back, what? To just to be reputable? Hope you don't lose your life, fools are goin federal I'm goin forward, showin em up like a pimp And gettin the truck, you can sell each other profit Don't let police try to grab you by your shirt collar You witta black man, who understands black power Pipin hot, are you the bad brother? I love to roll rhymes, see my homeboys stickin together Stay focused cos there's too many blind Blind to the purpose of life and that's a message for your mind Chorus: Tried the dope about a thousand times So here's a message for your mind *Repeat x 4* I once knew a man who couldn't read He said "It ain't no thang cause I graduated twice with the game I possess" Bullet-proof vest to the chest But when his kids needed help to prepare for a test It was stress cos Pops ain't acheiving in academics It's true indeed, his problem is an epidemic Who wanna work five long hard days through it? And get tax, I guess somebody gotta do it So take coke, rock it up brick-solid Ain't nobody thinkin about a checks up ??? wallet Kids are growin up with the train of thought The motion the parents talk, the trip on the *?dopest bar?* Now look at the man you fought, he was as black as you Sweated ya money, it wasn't funny so you did what'cha had to do How many brothers will be taken out by another brother? Give a talk show a whole lot to talk about It's me and my microphone, it's you and your 9 And that's fine, well here's a message for your mind Chorus The next verse is out for the chicks Ho's are to be chosen, nightclub or taking flicks? The homey might be roughy with a tandy-out Mercedes Called a girl a 'female dog', well she's a lady Run into the wrong one, a strong one, a smart man coast her She pushed you to the left and turned her off when you approached her You tripped and dissed her, you bashed the sister And even when you drove off, you couldn't resist her Solution:Better go, homey, leave her P Cos you know like I know there's plenty fish in the sea There's more women in this world than men, for fact, I'm right Just because she's superfine that doesn't mean that's your type Briefcase, white shirt, tie and a sportscoat A hella gold, ???, servin ya friend's dough Friends are friends then or friends come good friends A helpin hand in understandin, wants to invite you in Man's your best friend, boyfriend and girlfriend It's like a soap opera in this world that we're living in Misconception from a blink or a wink He want to get married and all she want is a drink But it really don't help when you supposed to be faithful He bought you a boat load and paid for ya cases Kept it comin, the brother went wrong for expecting some Got knocked out by ya spouse, now ya started some It seems strange but these fools are taking people out For the woman that they love and truly care about It's understandable, but will hurts when she's givin in Now was it reaaly worth a life sentence in the pen? No get-back, nothin but a jail song A homey told ya that you're woman had it goin on Now ya stuck and she's on the prowl gettin wined and dined Damn, now that's a message for your mind Chorus Outro His pocket's fat and his dove is too. He huh