Discussion - E-Lux

What I gotta do to make a difference

To make people open up they ears and just listen

I feel like

I just been born

Watching myself at a baby christening

Being held as I get baptized

I’m back guys

Knock and the door

Shall be opened

And I’m hoping that this time

Around we get it on and popping!

I done been state to state

People all the same

Different names

Same game and nothing change

Undercover cops in plains clothes

The same hoes

Niggas still begging for change

Outside of liquor stores

Puerto Ricans out in the corner

They playing dominoes

Jehovah witness still knocking door to door

Everybody in the hood own a rockweiler

A fish tank with Jesus on the wall

And a kitchen prayer

These Niggas don’t care

There’s no respect

They’ll sell drugs to your mom

Better yet your daughter

Then we wonder why there’s no order!

CHORUS (Repeat 2x)

Nobody move

Hands on the wall

You have the right

To remain silent

If you a hustler and you get in

You have the right to remain violent

Dam!

When will it stop

If I go to one more funeral

Where a nigga got shot

From just walking down the block

In the wrong place at the wrong time

But what happens when

Im in the right place at the right time

And the same thing happens!

I can’t win for losing

Every which way im turning and

Tossing and choosing

God already set my path

So when I unleash the wrath

You gonna feel the aftermath

From walking down the wrong path

Paper scissor rocks fire water

Was a game that I made up with my daughter

Riding the 4 train from Brooklyn

Every weekend I went through it

Back and forth to court

Baby momma drama

But I handled it well

With the one exception I went to jail

I still came out on top

And prevailed

I' m still living doing it well

I’m a hill top original

E-lux been rhyming from day one

Look east for to sun when its rising!

CHORUS (Repeat 2x)

Nobody move

Hands on the wall

You have the right

To remain silent

If you a hustler and you get in

You have the right to remain violent

Phillies and

Dutches

And sweet swishers

I ain’t seen my man in while

Gave him a pound that’s my nigga!

He chased the women

But I chased the cash

He always cutting class

But I went to class

But that’s a

Thing of the past

We all reminisce

We grown men now responsibilities and shit

Although I must admit

It was fun being a kid

Pops was alive!

And the world was different

But

Everything must change it never stays the same

You have to change with the times

Cause the time always change

Keep my mind straight

Keep my brain focused

No need for the keys to the door cause

Its wide open

I hope

Everyone gets a chance to chase they dream

I hope

Everyone gets a wip so they can lean

I hope

Everyone can raise they family in peace

I hope

Niggas stop spraying they bullets in the streets

I hope

Niggas that’s locked, one day they get released

I hope

All these children grow up to be something

I hope

All that need, will never want for nothing

I hope this the last time we have this discussion !

CHORUS (Repeat 2x)

Nobody move

Hands on the wall

You have the right

To remain silent

If you a hustler and you get in

You have the right to remain violent