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Letra : CHOPPED IT UP w/ FAROUK

Sometimes with circ*mstances you are faced with
Can seem defeatin'
Vocalize, man
Gotta live for the desire, live for the pa**ion, man
Put that to all somethin'
The sky's the limit
I know personally from me myself
I've been through some situations that
"Surely it's over with, surely he's done for"
My [?], you gotta live for the fire, live for the pa**ion
When you decide to show it to the world
They'll think differently

Look, just chopped it up with Farouk, he been down ten
I clowned him then found gems in his profound sense
Of self-awareness, though this system ain't the fairest
He made some careless decisions, but through it all he ain't perish
He learned from it, and though that twenty-five piece centers
Don't usually reap repentance, he turned from it
Yeah, ways that got him there, later I would share
How we got favor 'cause most our neighbors ain't make it
Up out of there due to they circ*mstances
Hope y'all get food from every verse I'm plantin'
Yeah, and though we grew up modestly
We couldn't recognize an olive tree and burnt the branches
No peace offerings for feral youth
Where I'm from, if you speak softly, then they bury you
And though my lips were fairly loose, hell, I rarely used
Any methodology most my colleagues were married to
You know, blast first, ask questions later
If she a go-liver, don't save her, only chase your paper
You get a favor from your neighbor, you indebted
And can't waiver, or they at the side of your head like a taper
Ooh, vicious ways produce vicious plays
Reminisce on bein' suspicious on Christmas day
'Cause hell, I figured if Kris Kringle knew my partners ain't had no pops
Then why would he stop by the block and never stay?
The master of ho-ho-hoein' folks
Especially those Jehovah knows that don't have rowin' boats
Who stuck in waters with those wit' X and Y chromosomes
Could never make enough provolone to cop they own abode
I'm from where bullets hot as hell can make a holy home
I'm from where snakes'll wish you well before they throw a stone
I used to watch Willy Wonka and hope he would sponsor
A golden token loan for every broken home that I would roam
I wish I had a mobile phone to hit the true in livin'
They felt the spirit in my poems and say that He is risen
I know the serpent slidin' on his belly lurkin'
But my tablet wished and already established the fact that it is written
And it is, but most don't fear God
That's why my 'hood out here catchin' bodies like cheer squads
I give a mere nod to those who appear odd
For doin' sincere jobs that end different
In a land where reapers often come (Reapers often come)
The seed's not in the son (Ooh-ooh)
I pray my whole 'hood finds its way to light (Way back to light)
'Cause we all need it (We all need it)
We all need it (We all need it)
We need it (Hey)
In a land where reapers often come
The seed's not in the son (Seed's not in the son)
I pray my whole 'hood finds its way back to light (Whole 'hood finds its way back to light)
'Cause we all need it ('Cause we all need it)
We all need it (We all need it)
We need it (We need it)
In a land where reapers often come
Seed's not in the son
I pray my whole 'hood find its way back to light
'Cause we all need it
We all need it
We need, we need it
We need it
We n-need it
Need it