Evils Of Your Mind
Bounty Killer, A.R.P. & Curly Lox
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Curly Locks, two locks
ARP
Singing with Rodney
Why not, why not
Yeah
They wanna mess around til dem try dat
Smoke wid us
Hey, easy deh, to man, go ahead and sign dat
You find dat?
So tell me 'bout the killer so how's it going down
Should we let him pray, before we put him down
The fassy and the clown
Same motherfucker who thinks he can win
But not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Let the games begin
Hear me now, nuh Twin, I mean
Gangsta ting, and I've been doing it so long
And I have come to the conclusion and I feel that it is wrong
I'm walking on the path to my own destruction
Just like Bob Marley sing "Redemption Song"
A change is gonna come and I know it won't be long
I know it won't be long
I know I won't be wrong
I know I gotta be strong, so
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
Gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
I know, you're tired of the violence and shit
But what about those guys who made the big hit
Shout at your mom and your sister got hit
And you swore on a grave, no lives would be saved
Mi never mi madda, dem pussy deh fi shot
Gimme the uzi and the Glock
Yeah, that's the spirit, go ahead, go get 'em
If they run, don't let 'em, use the uzi and wet 'em
Good morals? Forget 'em!
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
Gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
Don't listen to the good things that have already been said
Malcolm, and Martin, and Garvey are dead
To top it all off, they've already been fed
You're broke, you're hungry, so let's go hunt bread
Thinking of a fast way fi make some quick money
Me and mi friend dem jump inna the black Nissan Sunny
Took her gas station and said pass me the money
Magazine full, try nuh make me done in
Was betrayed by my cousin, so ain't nothing funny
Feds dem hold before me coulda spend a dime
Now me deh a prison, me end up a spend time
With this little song in the back of my mind, I say
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
Gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
I'm here for you Rodney, you know I've got your back
I linked up with some wardens and they gonna cut you slack
Due about a year, pretty soon you will be back
But you wanna move, but you gotta prove that you've improved
I've been mentally inna big trouble, the devil I refuse
Now I'm on a move, a better life I'm gonna choose
Smoke up my chronic and just sip on my booze
I said the road it looks so rocky, but I'm lacing up my shoes, I say
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
Gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
Gotta give account for who you be
Oh well