Purple

Light it up, light it up, ugh
The whole city is mine
Prettiest don,
I don’t like the way P. Diddy did Shine with different lawyers
Why’s it mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it,
it’s just an intro, hate it or love, like it, bump it or dump it
writing across the stomach spell God’s Son
life is like a jungle, black, it’s like the habitat of Tarzan
matter fact it’s harder than most can imagine
most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities
half of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots
made a ghost leave the body now they hauntin’ the block
where they used to stand at,
somebody takin’ 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 would hurt you
layin’ low with the bottle, I’m blowing circles
my state of mind purple
Light it. Light it, uh. Yeah. Light up. Light up, uh.
Y’all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about niggas who got things, y’all ready to kill his momma
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 moldin’ soldiers
To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryin’ to 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 gotta a bunch of thugs with you, even now that’s ready
Trustin’ 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 aint love it’s hate,
Think of all the mothers at wakes,
whos sons you’ve killed, and you aint 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 bar,
Holdin’ a mirror lookin’ down a tearin’ jail, makin’ weapons to kill ya
Weed smoke, three totes, nigga pour more henny
He sighs with eyes that’s seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowing smoke, state of mind is purple
Light 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 youngstas always gettin in trouble
Reactin’ before thinkin’, they easily irritated,
and murders premeditated, it’s a fact that we sinkin’
when we should be climbin’, in a nutshell it’s just jail
Drug sales, lookin’ for diamonds, niggas rewindin’
Instead of movin’ fowod, to blow up, so what’s the science
People shoutin’ police pushing a crowd, and
on the ground’s a young soldier with meat hangin’ out him
Am I hallucinatin’ off the hazin’?
or did I just see another 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 some one ah snitch
A divide a force strategy, they are inferior
I dig in my bag of weed that’s covered with orange hair
This color purple ah make Whoopie give me the pussy
Ah Celi, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me
This is how I escape the madness
Too much of anything ah hurt you, so my state of mind is all purple