Culture Vulture

- And I won't let them take my soul Oh no And I won't let them dim my glow No no Me against the world Trying' to pimp a butterfly Poetic side iller than dem other guys I was taught to hate the other side But show love to the other side From where, brothers die You know the slums, yeah, where mothers cry For the grands, yeah, they planin crazy Nana done buried her third grandbaby On the third stroke, they done drove nanna crazy No lady cant trust, they too damn shady Watch Kaliz, Run off with the god's baby And watched the court system play the god crazy I've been calling on GOD lately Wires crossed, I hope GOD save me I was born alone, die alone When I'm dead, they're going to recite my poems And realize I deserved the throne Stuffed biscotti in a cone My mind grapples, time travels And I skip zones Stones thrown from glass homes They going to miss a nigga when he's gone Won't let them take my soul Oh, no Won't let them dim my glow No, no Hard to escape reality We all running from tragedies and travesties In and out of consciousness All half asleep The irony, they sent the wolf to lead the sheep Who is he? The voice of the streets See why I choose to play the back? Think we need Ye' back I'm talking Ye' from way back You know the one that told the world that Bush hate the blacks Not that zombie a mega-hack Need more than that to bridge the gap I'm more Cube in a Raiders cap I see why Hov had to fade to black Fuck where they rate em at More concerned with the pigs trying to raid the trap Really this is deeper than rap We lost Snoop, Doe B, Young Greatness, X and Nip What's deeper than that? Won't let them take my soul Oh, no Won't let them dim my glow No, no