Change Of The Seasons - Akir, Hasan Salaam

This is beginning and end, the answer and the reason

This the life and the death, the changin of the seasons

It’s the joy and the pain, the angels and the demons

It’s a wonderous thing, the changin of the seasons

This is beginning and end, the answer and the reason

This the life and the death, the changin of the seasons

It’s the joy and the pain, the angels and the demons

It’s a wonderous thing

In the winter of his discontent

He was birthed like a verse from the gospel

Pops was ghost, moms played host to the Johns in the brothel

Never heard any words to encourage out his mom’s mouth

How to cook up all the hook-ups, was learned from the men

That she let in the house, turned out by the business

Missed a lot more than Christmas, giftless, childhood was a juvenile hell

Knew his number better than himself as he peered down his cell

Out of the darkness, in a cold labyrinth

That haunts us, his man parks up

Pullin heat out compartments like, spring into action

Cash is satisfaction, I’m sunk askin him livin life hype

He observes but back to the curb to sound the white birds

And NexTel chirps, he can tell he’s accustomed by his 2-way alert

New opportunties blossomed, from niggas he met locked in

And old niggas that he knew that acted like they just forgot him (uhh)

Life seemed like mid summer night’s dream

Got a crib and a queen — first seed on the way

Due November 17th, shorty settin the scene

Beggin him to get his act clean to the right side of the law

But his audience was the money machine’s constant applause

Never concerned with the effects, just out for the cause

To get back what he lost, he hustled at all cost

Started to floss foolish, pigs watchin the movements

Every crew got his Judas

Uhh, he holds onto the wall

Hopin that he won’t fall, feelin his life slip away

Watchin the leaves float away, in the yard

The closest that he gets to guard the only bars he thought he’d be in

Would be filled with pretty women and TV’s playin ESPN

And now he can’t control his peein

The family that he never had but used to seein

In his daydreamin turn they back and started leavin

Come to demons and that instant turns to a infant, the change of seasons

This is beginning and end, the answer and the reason

This the life and the death, the changin of the seasons

It’s the joy and the pain, the angels and the demons

It’s a wonderous thing