FEAR.

Poverty's paradise

I don't think I could find a way to make it on this Earth

What's up, family? Yeah, this your cousin Carl, man

Just givin' you a call, man

I know you been havin' a lot on your mind lately

And I know you feel like, you know, people ain't been prayin' for you

But you have to understand this, man

That we are a cursed people

Deuteronomy 28:28 says, "The Lord shall smite thee with madness

And blindness, and astonishment of heart"

See, family, that's why you feel like you feel

Like you got a chip on your shoulder

Until you follow His commandments, you gonna feel that way

Why, God? Why, God, do I gotta suffer?

Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle

Why, God? Why, God, do I gotta bleed?

Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet

Why, God? Why, God, do I gotta suffer?

Earth is no more, won't you burn this motherfucker?

I don't think I could find a way to make it on this Earth

I beat your ass, keep talkin' back, I beat your ass, who bought you that?

You stole it, I beat your ass if you say that game is broken

I beat your ass if you jump on my couch, I beat your ass if you walk in this house

With tears in your eyes, runnin' from Poo-Poo and Prentice

Go back outside, I beat your ass, lil' ****

That homework better be finished, I'll beat your ass

Your teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class

That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all

That TV better not be loud if you got it on

Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em

Better not hear 'bout you humpin' on Keisha's daughter

Better not hear you got caught up

I beat your ass, you better not run to your father

I'll beat your ass, you know my patience runnin' thin

I got beaucoup payments to make

County building's on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away

I beat your ass if you tell them social workers he live here

I beat your ass if I beat your ass twice and you still here

Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?

****, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else

If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that motherfucker up

And then I'd take two puffs

I'm high now, I'm high now (High, high)

I'm high now, I'm high now (High, high)

Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now (Pull them panties to the side now)

I don't think I could find a way to make it on this Earth

I'll probably die anonymous, I'll probably die with promises

I'll probably die walkin' back home from the candy house

I'll probably die because these colors are standin' out

I'll probably die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin'

I'll probably die at these house parties, fuckin' with bitches

I'll probably die from witnesses leavin' me false accused

I'll probably die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool

Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra

Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate

I'll probably die from one of these bats in blue badges

Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'

Or maybe die from panic, or die from bein' too lax

Or die for waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast

I'll probably die tryna buy weed at the apartments

I'll probably die tryna defuse two homies arguin'

I'll probably die 'cause that's what you do when you're seventeen

All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things

If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that motherfucker up

And then I'd take two puffs (I've been hungry all my life)

I'm high now, I'm high now (High, high)

I'm high now, I'm high now (High, high)

Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now (Pull them panties to the side now)

Now

When I was twenty-seven, I grew accustomed to more fear

Accumulated ten times over throughout the years

My newfound life made all of me magnified

How many accolades do I need to block denial?

The shock value of my success put bolts in me

All this money, is God playin' a joke on me?

Is it for the moment, and will he see me as Job?

Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before?

At twenty-seven, my biggest fear was losin' it all

Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall

Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin'

Thirty shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus

What is an advisor? Somebody that's holdin' my checks

Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt?

I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered

How did the bad girl feel when she looked at them numbers?

That type of shit'll make me flip out and just kill something, drill something

Get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' something

I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck

At twenty-seven years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged

How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city

What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me

What they see from me would trickle down generations in time

What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines

I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity

I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me

I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride

'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God

I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone

I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more

I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness

Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive

Fear, what happens on Earth, stays on Earth

And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse

Within fourteen tracks carried out over wax

Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back

Fear, what happens on Earth, stays on Earth

And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse

Within fourteen tracks carried out over wax

Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap, damn

Goddamn you

Goddamn me

Goddamn us

Goddamn we

Goddamn us all

Verse two says, "You only have I known, of all the families of the Earth

Therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities"

So until we come back to these commandments

Until you come back to these commandments

We gonna feel this way, we gonna be under this curse

Because He said He's gonna punish us

The so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians

Are the true children of Israel

We are the Israelites, according to the Bible, the children of Israel

He's gonna punish us for our iniquities, for our disobedience

Because we chose to follow other gods

Yet, as a man chastens his son, so the Lord, thy God, chasten thee

So just like you chasten your own son, He's gonna chasten you

Because He loves you, so that's why we get chastised

That's why we in the position that we're in

Until we come back to these laws, statutes, and commandments

And do what the Lord says, these curses is gonna be upon us

We gonna be at a lower state in this life that we live

Here, in today, in United States of America

I love you, family, and I pray for you

God bless you

Shalom