Forces//wars

I see a lot these days,
 I couldn’t lie these days,
 Watch how you rock,
-cuz they popping locks in the socks-these days,
It’s been a long run,
The hate that we give……
Back in the years, no screen and assist,
Switching gears, we taking shots,
-and wasn’t looking to shift,
That’s what it is though,
I’m packing the flow,
Racking the weights,-Man-I been patient,
I’m just waiting to blow,
What you don’t know-
Is there’s a man, who practiced all on his own……
Stuck in that zone-
He got that motor,
He too fast on the road,
Just slow it down….
I been to small towns,
-where nothings around,
But it’s a sundown,
stay too long, they start to surround….
But I’m too proud,
For All that fear-boy,
Don’t make me put that hacking saw to use,
And cut your years short,
[hook]
-now I been praying for a better world,
But praying couldn’t change the world,
More effort equals greater force,
And that just makes for better wars,
What,-more can I do,
Man-Im just speaking the truth…..
Only a cop can make a black man, feel victim to abuse,
So I just move along, in hopes the man in blue don’t shoot……..
But if he do, then it’s gonna be a long period of blues………

Hip hop, jazz-hip hop, blues, soul