[Sevin] Im on the Road to Perdition Politic wit extended clips for the hollow tips Fhhh Oh would they listen OneFiftyOne mixed up in a twist While sniffing dope through my system Aint known for my wisdom Half of me was hopin Id miss em While the other half strokin the piston Never really aimed, but I know that I know that I hit em Drop, pop leakin brains from his dome when I split em Burgundy rag dust the prints off the curves of the mag Tires chirp cuz Im perved gettin further down gerber Observin the ave No remorse for a rival, its survival He deserved what he had Streets cold as freon The Titanic still clasps with the peons From sunup to the evenon Funk get drawn out for eons Gats glow neon homie... its the wrong side to be on Welcome to a horror flick It dont matter what you sell And the tales either way make the quarter flip Jack moves for your whip, its sorta sick Moms on the stick so the daughters left on the strip And dope is the pope in this religion Hopeless is the hope that I cope with the system Freedom or jail... Either way Im doing life behind the bars of poverty The fact I starve calls for robbery You think Id be concerned with the laws yall followin? Yall ball, my stomach lines hollow and Yet and still I do pray for release We in the age of the beast I gave to the streets my soul Cuz no peace is the peace I know I figure hell aint here, so at least Ill go They say Im enslaved to the streets I know But my mind stays enraged in the cage of a deep silo Who could free that? Tryin ta bring my brother Khalid back But it seems that Whatever I serve they gon feed back And I cant retract the fact That I done did dirt Got me tryin to ignore the pain dog but it did hurt Disconcerned is my pretense My homie got picked off we switched from offense to defense Mo trees keeping knee bent to console me To the fact I just lost five homies in a backtoback sequence Sick of havin to rap the gat daily Clack it, act swayzy cuz Sac is that crazy And maybe I could detach the actions that made me Put down my mask and threeeighty Bag me a lady, do the family thing have me a baby But the street lifes continued so the aves gon be shady Im a two strike felon with melanin in my skintone Cant see the future but I smell it in the brimstone Scriptures got me crazy not from JC I study the verses from 2Pac and JayZ Cuz they relate to the lost, sick and crazy And none of them took the cross Lord, who gon save me?
cuz, disconcerned, fhhh, street, evenon