It’s Happening Again….

So often do I curse the dreaded seeds planted by our elders

I wonder if the white kid next to me is feeling pressure like the others

While colors seem to be the subject at hand, the plan to bring down a whole fam-ily was critical

Still it’s hypocritical to preach that our government cares of us, though crack baby’s still live among us

And I know, it’s us doing the killing out here, but the system puts enough in to it, to make sure the weapons are hear

Preach what you feel, the children don’t fear as long as you paint the picture clear

Dear Lord let it be known for ages to come that the dreaded seeds planted in the minds of our young, have been washed out beat ed and done, deceive our lil’ ones nevermore

The power of three comes to us and lives among us stronger than before

Oh my Lord! come to us in any color or form, give us what we need!

Quote me as PAC

- My adversary’s bleed!

My enemies caught from behind while their coked up and weeded -

though not defeated

Forever young like Bob Dylan,

Learning, the higher you achieve, the longer the road becomes

Blessed by the damn and feared by no man

It’s happening again….

duuuuuuh