Chief Kamachi - This Man lyrics

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This Man

This Man

This Man

This Man

Yo, most peoples life control, by the things they worship

But my soul ain't for Shaitan's purchase

I remember being young, grandmoms telling me to keep silent

In the churches but my inner searches

Went beyond scriptural verses

And giving the Preacher bills from her purses

Cause what was real was the jails

And the bodies that sailed in the hearses

Abandoned cribs, with no operating circuits

The pain not able to get your children ticket for the Circus

Never leave the hood, to the masses bigger as the Earth is

Now the Angels at your service

To guide you to happiness and help you sense a higher purpose

The truth is the Savior is at the end of your own arm

You do anything to eat and the world say you so wrong

Cultural elements, the root of emotional derailments

To lead to the eyes failed princess looking thru jail friends

And use to park Benzes, but ended up on park benches

C'mon

This Man

This Man

This Man

This Man

Yo, I'm the eldest, a five sibling split up

So don't ask me why the L's is lit up

And I'm still tryna wonder why the hell I get up?

But I just can't seem to give up against the Earth and this cruelty

Hell is grudge, but these streets I fell in love

But than I seldom rub the wicked body of bells and bub

In the hood trap, and they tryna derail the sub

After the hammer drop, then there's nothing to tell the judge

See the pen coming; hear the state bus running often tryna tuck something

We grizzling but end up in the prison yard whistling

On death row looking for protestors and petitions

Listen to the words of a scattered musician

Who speaks for the youth caught in a loop

Living a lawless truth for a faluce

Their minds is loose, and it's never a time for truce

In these jungles we die for our fruits

See the police eyeing our troops

Eating steaks and french fries on the stoop

With a buck 25 and a Goose

Hustling like we don't see no white guys on the roof

But that's the risk you take when it's a nighttime on the duce- sing

This Man

This Man

This Man

This Man

Yo these are jewels for an Honest Abe

After I sit down and contemplate

I was so hurt by my mama's fate

Knowing her son about to dominate

And she can blow out the candles on her promised cake

And endure a finer place

That's why I stay with a piranha face

In search of gold fish, nurtured from a soul dish

Look at the way the streets oppression mold us

Corrupted mommies press their soldier

I grew up with the Avenue in me

Plus I picked up the habits of plenty

Thorough young boy, the old heads said they'd give me

Everything from revolvers to semi to dope

Tryna stay afloat, it's easy to stray away from hope

When everyday is broke, looking back at 58th and Pascle Ave

When I was playing tag in my lil rascal rags

This Man

This Man

This Man

This Man