What’s sleep cause I ain’t getting it.
If she in heat I ain’t hitting it.
Screamin fuck em, fuck em, fuck em all. That’s what my dog say.
Fuck it, nail em to the cross is what the law say.
Steady focused on the wrong things.
Misdirected effort can turn into the wrong dreams.
Looking for a wife. I should be looking for a mentor.
Looking at the Bible every night, I wish it meant more.
I mean the sky is is bright, but it’s dim for the kids whose only light at night is the 10-4.
I been sitting in this empty condo for months.
Back and forth I’m yelling at God. What you want?
We done bargained enough.
Took my older brother and my first love.
A couple shots at my uncle head. If that wasn’t enough,
got a letter from the Dean that told me take some time off.
Round the time my momma turned my grandma life support off.
Make Love. To Hip Hop. I just wanna make love to hip hop. (repeat)
It’s time that we call on our leaders.
Culture is power complete with love in the hour you need it,
and we won’t tolerate neither gentrification of spaces, continued languish of people.
Did too much for this country my brothers mustn’t be feeble.
Still bussin’ the sequel.
Displacement hurtin our people.
Can I roll in my beemer and live the shit that I’m speaking?
Now she can tell that I’m thinking while in her waves and I’m sinking.
Lost a lot to this world. Found hip hop so we even.
I just wanna make love to hip hop
credits
from Coupeseason (Power),
released September 16, 2015
feat. H. Rap Brown
Mixed by Trakksounds