Voice of the Slain Lyrics

You can't talk about me and disrespect me, I have children too

I need respect, you show me respect and stop writing trashy articles about me, then I'll show you respect

I'm a man, now listen, I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waste my life

And when I die, I'm going to paradise. And I'm not worried, so I'm in a hurry to die

But no one's gonna disrespect me, and no one's gonna write nonsense about me without me retaliating

Reporting live from the bottom where niggas crash for a dollar

You giving back to community, then they make you a martyr

Separate mother and father, to lead the son and the daughter Astray,

Look outside, the clouds are gray.

The stress can get real, it makes it hard to pray

That's after the wrong perspective, cloud your brain

To unlock your potential, you must survive the rain

The spirit is thicker than the blood inside your vein

I was a born sinner like Jermaine, just a good kid in a mad city terrain

Hip-hop was on the verge of death, I'm here to rekindle the flame

Defame any face in the game, niggas is sweet as aspartame

The highest level is where the bar hangs

I'm with the rebels in the section where they can't hang

Voice to the slain, niggas is Cane

How was I able to rejoice through the pain

Reporting live from the bottom where niggas crash for a dollar

Reporting live from the bottom where niggas crash for a dollar

Reporting live from the bottom where niggas crash for a dollar

Reporting live from the bottom where niggas crash for a dollar

Reporting live from the bottom where niggas crash for a dollar

Sell dope inside the hood and keep the stash at his mamas

Play with bands like Nirvana, the block is hot as Bahamas

Junkies running streets like loose dogs, high as the mountains

I can tell you stories about the realest shit you heard

When I was 24 years old, I seen my first bird

We was rapping dope in apartments in the Burbs

Now I'm spitting dope, you niggas should come get served

Serving rappers the Holy Ghost, used to move like the Corleons

But never talk on the mobile phones

Working with the feds like selling your soul

That's why some men leave the block and they never come home

Tuck the Glock near the appendix

It's crazy, niggas can stack commas, but they can't form a sentence

Lyrically, I'm a gymnast

Inside the industry, I play the villain

I caught a body, that's a cold killing

I'm a man and I only take so much

And I'm not gonna sit back and take so much punishment

I'm a human being and I need love just like everyone else