"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but they are not from you, And though they are with you they belong not to you. You can give them your love but not your thoughts, They have their own thoughts. They have their own thoughts. You can house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in a place of tomorrow, Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You can try to be like them, But you can not make them just like you..."
So true in this life You better change
Rest in Peace Amy, Whitney And Etta James
The spirit and soul In this music It forever rings
You can put that on everything Produce, create innovate At the highest level
D-Pros is back Pimp smack these devils Snatch the pitchforks To throw them off the boardwalks The Empire of the Sun
About to burn down New York Now being broke Is the root of all evil And fools sell heroin and dope To their own people
I don't get it I just spit the truth bitch
Think not? You out your mind, Newt Gingrich
Who thinks black kids need janitor jobs
That’s bad to the bone marrow Young pharaoh with tarot cards Poetic genetic Manipulation of custodial Gods
I ain't know Prosper got bars, Plus He know each soul is bound by the stars
Burn the mic, Hey, leave the steel charred
Oops upside your head
We just beat all the odds What’s Beef? Jan Brewer With head Nubian in charge?
Ha! What a mirage, Your'e Bamboozled
Get out the trap already Lil’ thugs
Hold your gat steady Start the revolution Rest in Peace to Makaveli.