The True Meaning - Cormega

People feeling me pain, a mental bond shared

Been thru so many struggles only to persevare

Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near

That’s when that money doubled, then we purchased gear

Now wasn’t worth my trouble, it was my first carrier

The only life I knew, there’s no regrets or fears

Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear

For my niggas who walkin’up heaven stairs

I met men in penitentiaries

Who bent down so long they barely missed the street

If you real hold your own son, lay your law

My inner visions are revealed so I say no more

My man said it ain’t a game so I play no more

Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law

Fuck that, If you touch crack save up, your story

Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories

My pens speaks words my mouth envies

I’m hoping holy water can cleanse me

D’s wanted to apprehend me If I affected your life in any way trife

When I was doing crime forgive me Exquisitely I write

Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life

When all else fails some people seek Jesus Christ

Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe

And be back inside the same cell they left

It’s sort of like hell or death

Except we still here breathin’in the flesh recieving respect

Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society

Solutions are real, problems are in varieties

I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid

My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave

Mega, thug for ever

My departure from drugs could never

Sever what I learned, all respect I earned

Yo my status alone surpasses your own

Known for blastin’my chrome

And have on my own

Niggas fradulent, I wish there was a law against

The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist

When I was young I used to, huslte for Jordan kicks

As I matured I did it for a brick

Be cautions is the price is up and down like the New York ??

I got O.G.

respect and a new four fifth, cus…