Games

We take pride in being real niggas

And real bitches then flinch when William Lynch tactics

Ravage through the barracks and we realize not the war

Though score upon score of urban poor doing time in ghetto minds

Blind deaf and dumb

Over the beat of bass and drum we

Transport this blood sport from project ball courts

To suburban hills we instill a thrill

For thrill killing never willing to realize

The blatant crime against self.

Ours is an insatiable appetite for wealth

Not real and lasting wealth mind you

But blind crews running up and down avenues with gold and platinum smile while forsaking their own begotten child

Though they beget many it is a pity when from city to city

We be the welcoming committee in prisons

Joints and jails with ransom disguised as bail

We hold down the cell block

While our city blocks rot from biological and chemical plots

Rocks and blows and positive for H.I.V whores got our nose wide open

And we hoping for a Jesus or another brother Moses

To Part the Blood Sea and this bullshit they're imposing

Exposing falsehood should be understood as a man's first priority

Instead

Seniority is given in the eyes of our children to

Big Willie's rolling on dubs

Tear the club up thugs exhibiting no love

These games we play

Diversified in every way

Has brought about mutations in us

Like X-Men

Friends become foes and all share the woes

Living trusting no one is called living on your toes

From new york to Chicago

Milwaukee to Tippecanoe

Negro play the jiggerboo and he's getting jiggy with it

How soon we forget the slave ships and the bull whips

Or a Haitian immigrant with a stick in the ass

Or a 16th street baptist church blast

Or the assassination of El Hajj Malik Shabazz