Doves Cry
M.A.D.
We Move,
Yeye,
Yeah, uh, look,
Here's a piece of free game for you young rappers,
You ain't need a masters to own masters,
Let 'em know you ain't a slave we our own masters,
It's a shame how the game get it so backwards,
Promising the fame gon' be so massive,
Just to give our name to these old bastards,
Then they change what they claimed was the whole package,
And when you flop, they gon' drop you it's so tragic,
Aye,
But that don't fly around here,
Ain't no time to shed tears we don't cry around here,
Nah,
We too busy getting by around here,
Yeah we grind out here so we don't die around here,
Yes,
That's why I had to make the movement,
To show these young cats a better way to do this,
Started off a student and now it's a profession,
But I can tell a lot of you gon' have to learn a lesson,
Peep the message homie,
You gon' find the grind really a blessin' homie,
And give it time, yo mind gon' be a weapon homie,
And so that's why I decline keeping a weapon on me,
Thats just the way I'm designed nobody steppin' on me,
It ain't a question, I'm set for success,
My next stretch, showing y'all I'm next to the best,
And when you speak, gotta say it with yo chest,
That's the only way you make it out west,
DayHunnid, we move,
What's a sheep to a goat, goat to a shepherd?
Whats the point in tryna fly wit a couple feathers?
Why play the game if you never making new levels?
Whats a diamond to a heart of gold, true treasures?
Whats the truth, if politics just wanna keep us censored?
How you wanna stay alive and make it into heaven?
Take a grain of salt with a table spoon of peppers,
This how the doves cry, when the truth is hidden,
94,
Yeah, look,
Look out the window,
They killin' us all,
Wit' no extendos,
They put the truth out with inuendos,
Still got us thinkin' life is like a new nintendo,
Playin' us huh,
This how the game of life will end though,
Second comin', most high and I ain't talkin' endo,
I been hearin' Doves Cry like December jingles,
I see a time for change,
To help not only kinfolk, but all the people,
Been waitin' for types of music to lift up not just libido,
No way they keepin' me silent for another second,
Like M.A.D. said, I'm turnin' my mind into a deadly weapon,
Been educatin' from the jump,
Shot's always on point,
And now I'm back with the 45 tucked like Mike boy,
I'm speakin' out 'til my last breath,
The industry only corrupt,
I'm guessin' they dads left,
Ain't no gettin' past that,
I'm strapped with a backpack,
Of knowledge so honest they gotta put me in the ground to keep me silent boy,
What's a sheep to a goat, goat to a shepherd?
Whats the point in tryna fly wit a couple feathers?
Why play the game if you never making new levels?
Whats a diamond to a heart of gold, true treasures?
Whats the truth, if politics just wanna keep us censored?
How you wanna stay alive and make it into heaven?
Take a grain of salt with a table spoon of peppers,
This how the doves cry, when the truth is hidden,