| Lyrics: | [Maestro Fresh Wes]
Yeah, going out to all my peoples, you know what I'm saying
Now move to
a higher level, I'm sprint
First I inhale, then I exhale Allah's name
You never see me
pointing to the next male
Never seen me judge my cuz, I'd rthter show love
'Cause poverty's
got a grudge and the grudge won't budge
But nigga's gotta do what a nigga's gotta do
What's
nigga gotta do to make dough and watch the zeros grow
I'm working hard, I make a beat I make a
rhyme
Trying to make a dime, black man change your state of mind
PEACE! to PE, BDP and
X-Clan when I give a pound
It's never with my left hand
Styles are living long, you know my
word is bond
'Cause my rhymes are cock strong
Like the fruit of Islam, word to God
yo
Times is hard yo
I'm just a regular brother coming straight out of Scarborough
Fresh
Wes'll never perpetrate and be a gun man
That shit'll be funny like Aaron Hall catching a
suntan
I just be myself, maintain my health
Concetrate on my wealth, 'cause you know I go
for delf
G-O-D's the only one who dictates
And before I plant seeds you know I got to get my
shit straihgt
Concrete jungle's could trample
A little nigga without a father figure, or an
example to follow
Young minds are getting swallowed by the devil
We got to help the youth,
elevate to a higher level
CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes]
No shackles on my mind, no
shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind
I ain't blind, I know the time
No shackles on my
mind, no shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind
I ain't blind, I know the
time
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Check it
I made a record hitting hard like a wall
I
say without togetherness we got nothing at all- |
