Only The Good
Produced by Polo Mindstein for Waterhole Productions
(KayDawg- Verse 1)
Fools gettin erased on a daily basis, anotha life go to waste,
anotha brotha had to get a taste
of what that gloc like, now you buried in dirt,
leavin' yo mother & father with feelin's of hurt,
but it's when the innocent get done in by ignorance and stupidity,
that's when we need to wake up and take a look at these cities,
they gettin' ##%*%!, but it's what I call home
and message to yo' hood is playas hold yo' own,
with mo' shoots outs than Bonanza,
bullets doin' mo' killin' than cancer, give me the answer
to the equation that's causin' death to our generation
and those that follow behind, man niggas losin' they damn mind,
it always seems like the wrong one got checked in,
but we never think of the predicament that we put ourselves in,
for my sins I hope to be forgiven
cause it's all about bein' pain and stayin' livin', drop, drop!
(DaFool- Verse 2)
Why must it be like this, be like that,
the good die young and never come back,
it seems like hell on earth,
to a nigga who been strugglin since birth,
that good pack up and leave early,
while family and friends burn in the fury,
so I'm convinced god put them on top,
how else can you explain the Oklahoma Drop!
24/7, 365 dayz a year,
many reminisce and shed a little tear...
but hold on, stay strong,
cause if they gone they probably where they belong,
(in a better place...) so listen to the word of the song
(Chorus)
Evil people live forever...
that's how I know that the world is Hell
And all the good people die and go to Heaven...
but some believe it's all a tall tale
(PoloMindstein- Verse 3)
I got to know what I'm meant to be fighting for,
so I can choose my battle side, in this war.
I'm sure, that I'm not destined to be doing dirt,
but growls at night magnify my famished stomach hurtin.
Set me to sleep by the sounds of the slave ships,
pain out to my fingertips, hunger stickin to my lips.
Rips, in the seams of my trousers,
dreams of having power rain my brain like a shower.
The window, personifies the motion picture,
a shot denies the lives of a brother and his sister.
They're gone, but the shooter lives on,
with his mind set on getting by and ending happy homes.
My bones feel brittle as I trickle from,
the sights of blood on the pavement and no place to run.
Ask why? I don't want to cry, but can't contain my eyes,
saying bye to many friends of mine, the evil multiply.
Will I die soon? I do not doubt the day is coming,
I'm awaiting on the verge of being hunted.
I wondered, a long time do white lights really flash,
angels swoop down replaying life in the past?
I'm a ball of confused cells, wall of wood and rusty nails,
hoping that I'll fall and start my journey out of hell.
Remember "show and tell" as a child I loved it so,
but now I'm grown and left with noting else to show- I gotta go
I know I'm young, but wonder if my soul is worthy
and if so, I'm in the clouds, cause the good die (early)
(MoTell- Verse 4)
With the simpleness of Earthly shake, I just quiver,
and sliver, and dominate opposing forces...
I lost my father in a life war, can't stand my guts,
he patted me on my back, when young, to make me burp and
now that I'm full grown, over time,
since hair grew on my upper lip, he's been out for my behind,
wanting his own son dead, a carbon copy,
of this *&#$!@^%&$# from head to toe, total disaster,
a twenty-six year younger twin, only his real son,
my other *&#!@^%&$#*& brotha, likes male &^*,
the Earth is for the phoney figures, with pulled triggers,
one day I'll be in a memory, my Daddy killing me cause...
(Chorus (2 times))