LOST SOLDIERS

Why my man, why why’d you have to go hard core? / rap about explicit sex then give praise to Allah sure / I know times is hard but is your cussin’ changing things / is that fussin’ that you bussin’ on wax re-arranging anything? / check the despair and the chaos that blaming brings / wallowing in low self-esteem so we buy flashy rings / and costly clothes do you suppose that I don’t know / that there’ll be niggas whose common denominators will be low / forever and always there’ll be cats dat go those ways / that will back the wrath and path that God took in Noah’s days / bring about the flow of waves wash away the filth / the only ones that survive is those with eyes to build what Noah built / too many flowers wilt . . . powers that be / smash the energy of those out to live positivity / but how can that be when God is above, and the devil is below / so negative gets no love!

Chorus:  Too many soldiers slain / instead of going against the grain / they went along with the game / it’s so strange

What’s the big deal about information if you do nothing with it? / what’s the deal about tight rhymes if they keep us blind? / on the real man yo think for a minute / when yo fridge is empty did so n’ so’s tight flow ever put food in it? / naw you had to sip every drop of juice out wit a straw / and fry up dat frozen chicken no time to let it thaw / and on the wall a big  lack cock roach on the crawl / since when did a tight rhyme ever  help that household yaw’l / let’s get real some magazines livin’ high on the hog / as they force this imaging of black people actin like dogs / and it ain’t just dey fault so I ain’t the one to throw the salt / it’s our own darn greed we planted the bad seed / and they ran wit it got a few monkey niggas to flow and jam wit it / go ride in dey van wit it on dey cover hammin’, cheesin’ to sandwich it / and feed it back to us licking our vomit and disgust / a few times a year gives us an article about African history and stuff / man I’m tired of this nonsense / our soldiers are getting shot down and brought down to the born tent / where their name tags are being collected and inspected to be mailed out no doubt / to their next of kin

Chorus:  Too many soldiers slain / instead of going against the grain / they went along with the game / it’s so strange

What did you think? / did you think A.D. would come back shufflin’ and jivin’ / and constantly smilin’ docile, tamed and on-violent / well the non-violence is surely true about us / but you’d think we have any army by the way hip-hop eliteist come down on us / the booge writers frown on us in dey glass towers on the fault lines of L.A. lookin down on us / little knowin’ that the earthquakes are comin’ / even now it’s hummin’ leaving writers 100 miles and running / black floks wake up out yo slumber / ya life ain’t a movie so why ya playing dumb and dumber? / holdin’ yo jimmy as if yo name is Jim Carey / praising the cronic as if there’s something about Mary . . . Jane / it’s plain to see ya uncomplicated monkey nigga / all you got on me is a trigger / and maybe your pecks is bigger  / but don’t act like you never knew us we shared back stage green rooms together / at the award shows we was down like we was bros / but when you got in front of your hard core friends all that would end/ you would think A.D. had cooties like elementary school again / ya act like a hooligan / but when you’re alone you claim you’re a born again Christian / yo joka what am I missin? / ya mad at me cuz I’m showin’ people all the naps from out our kitchen / I’m fishin’ for all the cats dats down for standin’ / searchin’ for lost soldiers who need their way back to the camp

Chorus:  Too many soldiers slain / instead of going against the grain / they went along with the game / it’s so strange