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Cause & Effect
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Yeah my mission
Is to make sure my dreams
Come to fruition
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
My mission
Is to make sure my dreams
Come to fruition yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
It's survival of the fittest in this broken world
Cause and effect of the stress
When you have the intellect but can't put shit to test
Redirect to retrospect of disconnect from neglect
Niggas blow yo neck for respect
Cause and effect of depressed
Had dreams of success society of suppressed
Cause and effect of manifestation
Tryna set my foundation from generation to generation
But compilations from The process of confessing
My love of liberation is harder than shedding tears of libations
Through twist and turns of fixation
So I grab my pen and paper to write my admiration
Through fluid articulation
But love is only a four-letter word like
Fuck and suck so fuck love and fuck u bitch
You can suck my dick
And I mean the from the bottom of my heart
As I pick up the pieces that you tore apart
My mission
Is to make sure my dreams
Come to fruition
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
I Chose the route of becoming a
Scholar at college for knowledge
My brother chose
Flipping them bricks dollar for dollar
Cause and effect of two-man
Raised with no father from squalor
No mercy no forgiveness for my enemies
Niggas tryna act like they a friend of me
Like nigga you ain't kin to me
Two headshots to the brain like you Kennedy
Searching for my legacy gonna need
Longevity cause that shit a necessity
Every circle is riddled with
Envious niggas and jealous ass bitches
So I'm riding solo till see the top of my vision
Starving artist between the margins
With infatuation of cultivating my greatness
As a carry the nation through cadence
Sitting
Tumbling
Stumbling
Parents rumbling mumbling
Life was fighting and tussling
Had to get out the struggle then
Started hustling shuffling
Got into lots of trouble then
Poetry stricken by society
The irony of fate
As I illustrate
My raging hate for why I got a starve
When other Niggas get a golden plate but I can't
Procrastinate momma said my purpose is to
Motivate and liberate
My mission
Is to make sure my dreams
Come to fruition
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
I Chose the route of becoming a
Scholar at college for knowledge
My brother chose
Flipping them bricks dollar for dollar
Cause and effect of two-man
Raised with no father from squalor
My people shackled to chains not physical
But the mental state of they brain
They throw us in a box and make us think we insane
I say innocent bystander the news say gang-affiliated
They that he was fated for a
Destiny wit no destination except
Demonstrated cultivated premeditated mutilation
And throw in jail the modern-day plantation
And they have the audacity to ask us why we frustrated
Like coming on a slave ship was a fucking vacation
Fuck the USA a hope they burn this whole fucking nation
Either dribble a ball or grab this mic and fight for yo life
Cause if you don't you gone end up like yo dad and he serving life
I got to do it right but that fast money looking good
When you in the hood and started from the mud
Like all I got to do is hit a couple jugs
The thoughts that complicate my mind
I just need a chance to pave the way and numb the pain
As my dreams wash away in the rain
My mission
Is to make sure my dreams
Come to fruition
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
On one condition
You listen yeah
I Chose the route of becoming a
Scholar at college for knowledge
My brother chose
Flipping them bricks dollar for dollar
Cause and effect of two-man
raised with no father from squalor
Put your hands up and move your body
Fuck you waiting for
Turn the volume up
I know that you hear me on the radio
If you have a dream you got to go
Chase and unlock goals
Put your hands up and move your body
Fuck you waiting for
Turn the volume up
I know that you hear me on the radio
If you have a dream you got to go
Chase and unlock goals