Purple

(альбом: The Lost Tapes - 2002)

Light it, uh
Light it up, uh

The whole city is mine, prettiest Don
I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers
Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it
It's just an intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it or dump it
Write it, across the stomach spell "God son"
Life is like a jungle, black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan
Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine
Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities
Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots
Made the ghost leave a body, now they haunting the block
Where they used to stand at, somebody's taking they place
A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that
Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible?
A thug dies, another step inside his shoes
And they will hurt you, laying low with a bottle
I'm blowing circles, my state of mind purple

Light it, light it, uh
Yeah light it up
Light it up, uh

Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama
Everything you into is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you molding soldiers
To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryna be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground, but you
Still standing, still roaming through the streets, that's real
You a survivor, knowing all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready
Trusting your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you, but behind your back, they pray for the day
A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars holding a mirror
Looking down a tear in jail, making weapons to kill ya
Weed smoke, three tokes, nigga, pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowing smoke, state of mind is purple

Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh
Light it up light it up, light it up, uh
Uh uh, uh, light it, light it, uh

These hot-headed youngsters always get into trouble
Reacting before thinking, they easily irritated
And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinking
When we should be climbing, in a nutshell, it's just jail
Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewinding
Instead of moving forward to blow up, so what's the science?
People shouting, police pushing the crowd
And on the ground's a young soldier with meat hanging out him
Am I hallucinating off the hazin'?
Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in?
It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots
Photograph pictures of suspect faces
It's usually two or three niggas who innocent
But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch
A divide-and-fall strategy, they aren't fair
I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair
This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy
And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me
This is how I escape the madness
Too much of anything'll hurt you, so my state of mind's all purple