War! War!
There`s a war goin` on outside, no man is safe from (repeated & scratched)
(War is a continuation of politics by other means, the purpose of war is to
insert a political agenda...)
Karma`s a double-edged sword (repeated & scratched)
What do I really want in this stage of my life
I`d like a beautiful shelby that`ll praise me right
I`ll praise her back though, I`m not a selfish bastard
Struggle with big shit, but got this elf shit mastered
Time`s are strange, I claim to be the man
Like I know G-d can understand his ingenius plan
But I`m just a simple Joe, livin low, avoiding conflict
Cookin food for stereos, so feed your CD-rom this
True, I`ve struggled, spent days in mud puddles
Shut up shit-talkers and made wanna-be thugs huddle
The world ain`t all money, suckas and violence
Quit smoke from the fire-lips, protect your iris
Shit`s hard, especially hits to scar the soul
That`s why niggaz drink and stress for cigars to roll
It`s like the farther we go, we cover less distance
Life`s a freak and it`ll fuck you and all that you want in this diss dance
Cause we really fragle but thinkin` we tough
Get bowed in the heat of the battle but then we get cut
Buts back on the scene of the saddle with our heads down
Wishin` a meal and G-d would multiply this bread now
You know I, come to the fork in the world so many times
But I just keep choosin` wrong (choosin` wrong)
And movin` on (karma`s a double edged-sword)
You know I, need to choose the correct path, change the aftermath
Before she sinks my song
Cause it may not be long (we ain`t promised tomorrow)
I try to help out my fellow man sometimes get yellow-hands
Scared by darkness, searching for beauty like Cinderella`s man
But I`m no Prince Charming I form my share a folk
Hanging my own self, bad decisions prepare the rope
Strangled by pride, suffocated by lies
Showin` my pearly whites to disguise my prize
Missin` my sister, asking the Lord why did she die
Using her death to instill strength inside of vibes
I don`t want old things I done to boomerang
Feelin` low-low, for sho Deacon pursued by shame
It get rough, and ain`t enough to just think positive
Cause when nobody`s helping me out then its hard to give
And go and robbin` shit, runnin` game on hoes
An un-tame negro, runnin` cain for dough
Acting insane, famous for bringing pain to foes
Knowing that shit`ll come back and it`ll rain for sho
But I`m still out, rain-slickers in the house
Fame stickers in my mouth, cain sniffers on the couch
Walking the world and the crowds, shiftin` through trash
Not knowin` I`m feelin` like it cause I`m livin too fast
You know I, come to the fork in the world so many times
But I just keep choosin` wrong
And movin` on (karma`s a double edged-sword)
You know I, need to choose the correct path, change the aftermath
Before she sinks my song
Cause it may not be long (karma`s a double edged-sword)
Karma`s a double edged-sword (repeated and scratched)
