East Side Story - Buddha Monk

Allah is god, we came here to travel

And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.

We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence

And expense forth the truth.

if you cannnot stand on your

Own two feet, what must be done?

nothin, you shall die

In your own inequity.

I want yall to feel me.

Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those

Who do not know themselves.

Heat like a pressure cooker

Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams

Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization

Im 5% of the original nation who know the truth

The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded

Like rust on bumpers of old chevys from 1962

I used to cop em, but I had to drop em Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound

Like the saint, remember who I am

I might just rob the bank in your town

Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street

Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat

Fallin out the windows of east new york

Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork

Yo, pictures record my wonder years

The narrator, I write like diaries and journals

Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy

Mentally takes you out your zone, Im livin un-satisfied

My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm

More suedes clarks, the fonz is poetry, islam is science

Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants

Everydays the same palace shit like the total thumper

Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted

Advantage, presto, dont settle for less, strictly quality garments

Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes

Constitution, precious moments in her life

From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast

Yo, this lifes full of savagery and the devils still after me I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee

Im still hurtin from the shit the devils still servin

It feels like a sayonce, but Im trapped in chaos

Yo, me, oh, my its chaos, livin in my hive

Back up, back up, for this time you must die

Ive watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives

Takin half a niggas pie, enemies in disguise

Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies

Yo, my fams royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert

Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil

We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil

Where all my nigga now wigs at?

jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at?

Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that

Bein broke gave me the ice grill, if I cant smoke, I might ill

Fight a dyke for tryin to steal

>from all my niggaz who cant grab, aint no fun robbin and cant brag

Cop grams and hand bags

Thats like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path

Tryin to road block the road to riches

If you got somethin, maintain what you go left

Cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death

Yo, this dreamll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam

Lifes a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off

Who was your man and bet this, Im reckless on your high styles check list

I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours

But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal

Aint no peace, young ones blasted by the beast

Im from the east where each and every teach

Youll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell,

Right?

It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start

A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparks

You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high societys

Made us, fuck what you say, they played us 9 servants, but feelin better when Im goin for life

In my mans ride, thats yo man, right?

You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright

Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price

Yo, whats wrong with you?

m-o was known for jig-able

You had a crew, especially known to kill for you

Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue

How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues

Thats why I sing this song, Ill keep holdin on It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms

His lifes pathetic for my man nine, dont even sweat it Ima help ya ass out, no need for things, but dont forget it Cuz maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load

And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold?

…nigga!!!