k**a-kc - Westside Love Feat. E.j. lyrics

[k**a-Kc] People walk with the eyes of a child And a smile so innocent and a heart so militant Brain's got an ill intent so be intense Some friends at the margin Making summer streams harden All these bulls sh**ting Trying to milk me by the carton But, uh, excuse me sir, I begs your pardon Can't you see how low the hole has gotten? Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it Dying, still we're relying on who? In this case I face the grace Of my unseen God Even the taste of what's seemingly odd Relieving what stress I manifested From the weight of the world on my chest Feeling restless, ready to hurt someone But a hurt that size never eased the eyes To no one, it's no fun Selfless shades of living Got to feel each day that's given [Chorus 2X: E.J.] Now what the world needs is a love That's sweeter than the melodies That makes you go around and round and round [k**a-Kc] In too many situations I'm finding more complications Than childirth but this my earth and I'm a Conscious creature of creation Here/hear with my imagination Living for my son, dying for my son Walking into the Sun, each one teach one And it's love that completes the mission And adds to everything that you thought was missing Listen, you got to keep your mind, body and soul in check In this land of no respect, where it's all about the cheque I'm looking for a better day Thinking that there's got to be a better way Ask Tre, when I'm challenged I use my talents to balance And to rise like helium Using love to find that happy medium Forget that hostility Cause with love there's always a possibility [Chorus:k**a-Kc] [E.J.] Attempts at convincing me To downplay another man's form of expression That's not what I'm here to do I fear it too but the future is now And how can I make a song That makes the world sing songs of love And peace When everyday's a fight with hate and the beast On what seems like unfair grounds Everybody I know is loading up rounds For protection, well being and safety Which is capitalised Watching out for n***as fantasizing that they're Tupac With only two cents, way too tense Looking to prove and convince That they're big balling But their neighbours was calling Now they're hauling that a** out to Chino Got a girl with the bambino on the way Due like a library textbook Writing letters, praying to God That my son is not the next crook Sent out to join Poppa Wish life was like a soap opera With the happy ending But you know love is always recommending