Decisions
Produced by Derrick Forbes Jr. for Oshun Productions
(PoloMindstein- Verse 1)
I can feel the pain, but my question is this,
"If it was me in that box, would my presence be missed?"
I give his mama a kiss, and wish the family the best,
toss a rose in the hole, as his soul is put to rest.
Count the days going by, realize that time here is limited,
just because you start, doesn't mean you will finish it.
So what have I got, I'm at the fork in the road,
should I break the mold, or stick to what I've been told.
I watch the pieces unfold, fall into separate situations,
the code of operations, for these different occasions.
I feel the persuasion, but remember the lessons,
the voices ringin in my ears, saying count all the blessins.
I'm stressing, falling in a pressure funnel, torture tunnel, walk of death,
my cardiac is pushing right, but my mental says left.
I'm panting frantic, losing breath, with my hand on my chest,
will I make the right decision, will I pass the test.
As the dirt begins to stack, I'm being pulled back,
seeing all the handkerchiefs wiping, and the tilted hats.
I feel the pain, but my question is this,
"If it was me in that box, would my presence be missed?"
(MoTell- Verse 2)
My brain feels ruffled... I see the question mark,
the answers with I tussle...or gain a giant spark.
I'm sittin still in a car..."a stretched limo"
feeling depression from no other reason than my bar
a bar is my mental block, who made him drop?
did they have flashes of hitting me? A broken jar,
with the jelly and the flat jam, smashed on the car mat
my brain hanging in the back, the mental fact is
everybody wants the block, layin in coffins,
that's one down, a few more often, now all done with.
which one of us, the new focus to the sniper,
professional hitmaniac, toten a gat.
Don't worry, the homicide,. execution style,
leaves not a bit of frown in my mind pal
we made it to the cemetery, time to bury,
that's one down, a few more to go, whose next to carry?
(KayDawg- Verse 3)
Now should I be legit or should I steal & rob,
get degree or settle for a weak job?
See, my laziness always dictate my motions
cause life aint all about coastin',
braggin' & boastin' about my lyrics, but no one seems to hear it,
the more my life goes on, the more I start to fear it,
to be or not to be a hustler, I'm neva gon' out like a buster or a $%^&^*,
yo nigga wanna be rich!
I could become a criminal and worry about death & prison,
too many obstacles interfering with my mission...decisions, decisions,
what could it be? Move on with life, or KayDawg R.I.P?
Cause sometimes, man, I swear that I blew it.
I'm havin' them suicidal thoughts, even though I'd never do it!
Yo, this $%^# be $#@!@# with my nerves,
I'm out to get what I can take and take what I deserve!
(ElNigris- Verse 4)
Mama Mays sit calm, restraining from- crying,
as her son lays asleep in his brand spanking new- wooden bed,
at peace! or so it seems, dead, will never breathe this air again!
He left behind, unpaid debts, a Valentine, infant,
and many who hated him are attending,
today, inspecting, for their own eyes, insuring he's died
dressed in a black suit despised, shot several times
from behind, for revenge, payback's a $%^@!,
huh, he isn't even missed,
decisions bad he made, paid for the dirt he did,
murder's contracted in full, not a tear is shed today,
for my jig, as I get up to say a couple of words,
my conduit is clogged, my throat experiences hurt and hesitation
I walk over, approaching, cold blooded, collar bone,
still aching from the ricochet, his face narrates my own
a mirror image, engraved mirage, I shiver shake in his eyes,
I see a deep six shrine, my own
fear slithers through my spine,
a sign, to reflect and consider,
salvation, decisions
(DaFool- Verse 5)
I get a craving like I need some nicotine
so I'ma smoke a cigarette, Newport King
duckin machine magazines grab yo bullet proof vest
complications from the stress from the contest,
so I roll with the punches, stay clear of fatal minds
aint my minute to be labeled as a flatline,
dead, from being at the wrong place at the wrong time,
better yet endin' up in a life of crime
I got to get mine, meaning I must start livin,
choose my direction, make a decision