Son's Ready

I work hard for a living where living is hard work, where God's work is harder to see than scarred earth, hard birth to hard hearts to hard earth, a life form's, life's work purchasing stillbirth. I still work, still hurt, still try, still breathe and still die, I'm still I, I'm still high off that lah that I smoked, and still sky off them rhymes that I wrote. (So) don't ever attempt to deliver my measures cause chances are you couldn't withstand the pressure coming from the struggle putting these words together, put the son through hard weather watch him shine mo' better. The harder they come the harder they're severed cause the harder the drum the harder the son delivers, pumping rhymes up in your liver making your body shiver cause you can't de-tox your body's been out-foxed, your kidneys can't handle these rocks, its stone love, all up inside of you bones cuz, I'm of a higher caliber battling like galactica, stars ready to challenge the one they call son, and jah will be done I won't be done until I clutch the souls of those who chose to run, you know the son's ready with verbal machete, touching the heart of cats swearing they're Serengeti.

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When I say son is yall say ready
When I say hold the beat yall say steady

I live my life like, why not, cause this life's the only fucking life I got. And everything I got my people worked hard for, scrub floor for, shot by 44 for, lynched by the neck and even burned alive for, so there's no reason to lie for, I'd die for my people though I know most would never cry for, let alone take the time to even ask why for. There's too many triggers cause everybody knows that there's too many niggas and not enough dough, trickle down economics trickle down slow so there's less degreed bros than blacks with c.o.'s, shorty's learn to breath'em before they count O's, and get weeded out and end up being weeded out, and get cheated out of the life that they dream about, yeah, it's the same pain you get drunk to be without so I know you feel what I speak about when I blow your speakers out, representing shit that's hard to read about cause it's the same everyday thing that niggas bleed about, what every single black mother beats her kids about, protect'em from the wrong route, and that's what's happening that's why the son will forever stay rapping in-side of the area spreading like malaria, causing nuff hysteria when I'm coming to bury theÉ

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