DOWN BY LAW

I just think timin' is everything

Like **, this it, this, this one right here

That ain't easy

Stay motivated, stay inspired

I owe it to myself, stay down on it

And it ain't been hard throughout the journey

It's been a journey

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Hey-ayy-ah

Hello, hello, my **s

Hello and hello, my **s

Please keep it mellow, my **s

Stop sippin' yellow, my **

You itchin' and twitchin', and glitchin', my **

Listen, my ** (shh)

Snakes in your circle and them ** hissin', my **

My ** don't listen

One thing I hate 'bout my **

So I just pray 'bout my **

**, it's hard

**s done gave up on God

Maybe God gave up on us

Maybe She angry we worshippin' all these false idols

So devils just preyin' on us

This for the **, the fiend and the loser

Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser

I pray that prison can cure your addiction

And devil's affliction don't hurt you no more

Needin' no reason, but I'll let you know

I was so young when I stood at that store

That I did not know that the money you paid me

Was meant for your babies, and now they just poor

It was just business, my **

I am not vicious, my **

I had no vision, my **

I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my **

Gucci, Givenchy, my **

But none of them crackers ain't love us, my **

All of them crackers said ** us, my **

Mad 'cause they women in love with the god

They ** us and suck us, and love us, my **

Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs

Lookin' like I drive a truck

**in' my **?

**, better be rich

She buy a new bag of **

Goddamnit, I don't understand it

But if she's an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked

Thick with an **

She is a Betty Shabazz

Pretty as Coretta Scott

All that I got, she got the face of a model

She got the heart of Asada

She from the gutter, my **

Wife and a mother, my **

Winnie Mandela, my **

Free Leonard Pelletier, my **, Obama

Please free our mama, my **

Asada, my **

Please free Mutulu, my **

Heart of a Zulu, my **

Free Larry Hoover, my **

Free Jeff Fort, my **

** all the courts, my **

Movin' like Malcolm and Martin the King

Lift Every Voice is the song that I sing

Born in the womb of a beautiful teen

I am a beautiful, wonderful thing

I am a king, my woman's a queen

Master Fard, say that we are the God

I studied hard like John Henrik Clarke

Even of my days of whippin' it hard

I'll tell the devil that Black man is God

Keepin' it player, just playin' my part

Lean on my Demon and post in teh park

Jewelry all gleamin' like Rakim Allah

My Eric B

is my nine in the car

You try to G me, get nine in your jaw

Bless all the felons that handled the raw

** all the tellers that ran to the law (Hey)

Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car

My name is Michael, I'm down by law

Won't You help us so, Holy Father?

(Holy Father)

And I miss your wisdom mother ( I miss your wisdom moma)

If nobody's gonna live forever, and neither am I

Two shots for the city that raised me (Atlanta, Georgia)

Thanks for the pain that you gave me (so thankful for ya)

Because without it, no one would've known that I was even alive

I'm down

This ** is so Atlanta

Down by law