* EP on Red Hook Records [Shabazz The Disciple] Impressive times everybody lives the fast life Running around selling drugs living trife In order to survive we have to strive For perfection and have a direction to guide The young ones out of the darkness of reality It's rap standing for this mic brutality Cuz if we don't got them where will they end up In a situation where they get sent up For selling drugs or possession of weapons Forcing and sending thier own mankind back to the essence Bust shots at the cops for props Low down shots, run the spots So, I'm damn near every block Making it hard to live at your residence Brothers who kill brothers for past experience Let me break it down to my point of view Designed for a white man who didn't die for you I know money is the roots of all evil And worst is the devil, it controls people It has your mind in a state, so negative That to get more, you'll even murder your relatives The drug game took a lot of my brothers And others, but all I could do was think about their mothers They can't bear that thought that their son was shot dead In the ghetto, on the ground with holes in his head All those years of chastizing, advising He really wasn't realizing and open his eyes And looking at life as a meaningfull experience And take the dreams a lot more serious Stop pleading for the opposite race Taking life for a waste and chase in space The latter of success is what we have to climb With the strong mind and yo, take your time
[Chorus: "sample", Shabazz The Disciple] "Take your time, young man" Take your time, all you gotta do is just take your time "Don't you rush to get old" "Take your time, young man" Eh, yo, take your time "Don't you rush to get old"
[Shabazz The Disciple] Sometiems, I just sit back and wonder What can I do to keep myself from going under In the ghetto, yo, it's hard to stay alive So I keep a strong mind and strive to survive Seems hard at times, but I guess I slipped Cuz I'm here and my mind is equipped I walk past the brothers that be dealing And a negative eye appears glady appealing They drive fancy cars tinted up with a kit How many brothers did they kill to get it They rule the streets on a temporary basis And everyday they live life at fast paces And in the end they go out and fight caucasians Peep smiles on the white mans faces You sell drugs, brother, I don't have to I'd rather make fly beats I could rap to Red Hook is infested with capsules But that's one lifestyle I can't adapt to Because the living is lame, who's to blame It's damn shame, but after you're illusion to maintain And entertain, so use your brain Stop walking all around as if your brain has been drained Stop rushing to get to the top Cuz you might get shot or knocked by the cops Then you'll be sitting in the cell everyday Reminiscing about your life and how you could've got away The only way that you could've escaped Is if you wouldn't have got yourself involved in the first place But it's too damn late to think backwards Think about the sentance you're about to get slapped with So, young brothers, here's a reason to think
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