everybody want to be a rapper now, nothing but monkeys on stage, showing there young age, tatooes and dreads is the style now, got the girls going wild now, revolution that have no means of solution
keeping the mind stage for entertainment, its the same from back in the days, wen they use to do the 40s for the white man entertainmant, monkeys on stages
accepting pay cuts, we have lost our vision, when 2 s died and one white man, we have lost our goals, walking around headless, without a leader so we can follow
now our grounds are hollow, not knowing if we can make it to see tomorrow, even all though, we got the victims shooting in the uncharted hands, theres are the things we dont understand
that as men we suppose to protect our women, cherish our women, but choose to decieve our women, misuse and abuse our women, leaving kids to raise thereself, without mother who dont have help
stuck in the party era, whipering in the streets, silent noises still someone kind of voices, leaving up with no chooses, we are not amuse to choose to lose, and cruise to the path of that decieve
we cannot means to leave the state of property, turn on me, wat not to be, we believed in things thats not true, like success and the american dreams, we had to fight for whatever that means
so the option of going back to africa isnt for us to see, this is our homes, foreign land to roam, another black president thats wat we own, not until now my name is
MR RHONE