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[corleone]

Yo,

The mind is a matter of thoughts, projected as one/
and thoughts carry a seemless, effortless tongue/
.. it's all perspective,
Whats perceived to lead to a hunch,
Can be directed,
As dreams turn to livings and such,
In retrospective,
Greed can delivers us crumbs,
And be neglected,
Diseased from the sinnin' and lust,
The streets is hectic,
But weed keep a nigga in touch,
With the infection,
And things like the women we fuck/
It's called respect kid,
The game ain't built for us all,
But some are tested,
And took for the person they are,
It's all connected,
The food chain building our core,
Gotta respect it..
Without it, we are destined to fall/
The misconception,
Of that, which presumes' to be God,
can misdirect us,
If lead, to diminish our cause,
and be receptive,
If that, what distinguishes all,
Can be a message,
Then whats going in these songs?
.. and these records?,
That keep spinning all night long,
.. To reject us,
and play in subliminal form?,-
It's relentless,
Hip-hop is soon to be gone,
.. but hip-hop is forever, and forever we live on..


- Corleone