Straight Heat Freestyle

Young fellas done locked the game
Slum sellas done shot the caine
Nuff breddas just want the fame
Young fellas just want a name
Umbrellas can't stop the rain when it pours hard
Truth in the booth
My ghetto forecast
Some refuse to choose and take the Lord's path
Shank marks
Bullet wounds and war scars
Cats need to get focused like Ford cars
As I go down memory lane
Before Nas this was a state of mind
On a daily grind doing crazy crime
In front of the judge facing time
Crown court dish out
L plates like driving school
Behind jail gates with grimey wolves
Mindless fools wanna shine and rule in diamond jewels
Lukewarm cats think life is cool
Comedians act like life is funny
Like the meter in a black cab
Time is money
Life is gully
You got the feeling that Pac had
You gotta watch out for people that backstab
They put a knife in your spine
True signs of the time
You know your friends when your life's on the line
You know the usual drama
Got your mum looking for a tombstone in the funeral parlour
Now you up in a hearse and boxed in a coffin
Now they shoveling dirt on top of your coffin
Here today, gone tomorrow like UGK
To the Father we truly pray
We honour Him right
To the end I'm following Christ
He's the reason I'm breathing
Thank God I'm alive
Through the struggle and the trouble I gotta survive
Listen, wisdom is knowledge applied
Before you make a move you need to think
Anne Robinson said you're the weakest link
At night getting high off weed and drink
Stressed out so you need to go and seek a shrink
Deranged and you're mentally sick
Coz the pain and the memories stick
To your brain coz your brain is a memory stick
Be careful what you download
Through your hands don't let your destiny slip no
Coz once it goes you just can't bring it back
Paint a picture similar to Miramax
Warn a brother (Warner Brothers)
That it's paramount (Paramount)
Where I'm living at not to get caught in this gritty trap
Some people don't make it out
Because of Christ I'm one of the few that made it out
I know the ends where the soldiers tend to roam the trench
Pipe heads hold the skeng
School youths behind bike sheds smoking blem
Young boys don't get the chance to grow to men
They go to pen or die it's so intense
Had to part ways from the closest friends
Our faith and hope is in
Our great and holy King
Our praise is owed to Him
Last days are closing in
Can't follow the pathways and codes of men
God knows I drop loads to touch the souls of men
Christ died for lost souls but rose again
Stretched His arms wide for those that sin
The dark side is cold and grim
He's our light when the road is dim
Can't fly with broken wings
My heart cries and groans within
No part-time I goes to win
My spiritual apartheid is over friend
Guys with large pride just won't repent
Can't lie we're chosen kings
Our eyes are focusing
On the 1 who's controlling things
The prideful He opposes them