A-F-R-O - Preachin’ Man lyrics

Alright
Ok!

Bow down to surround sound, other equipment
In order record magnificent messages
Need an instrument
I just have the microphone
The voice entrapped in my throat
In which the flow show out the mouth
Around close to coast
Supposed to be the most
Intricate in any leadership
My flow scientists couldn't measure
With a meter stick
Or a gram, yard, so far the profanity level
Is yet to cause insanity, humanity's rebels
The man in me is mellow like a cello
Playin' sеttled
In which this ghetto side of this
Fеllow will crumble with decimals
Stumbled in general towards this
Horror that I witnessed
Upper body lifts to fist
But lemme tell the story's importancy
Seems the youth is troubled
By non-existent truth
Roofies abusin', misuin', loot for beer
Assume
That they dig deep in clues
With the meaningless news
I seen kids equip death at
Their doorstep from usin' heroin
And several prescription medicine
Investin' their essence and
Testaments towards irrelevance
In a sort of retorted assortment
Distorted with moments of focus
That helps you be copin' with
So many smokers and such
Whatever bust, as it must trust as delicate
Hesitant, as A-F-R-O's mad stats unfold
I'm a carpenter with a harder persona
Positive messages
Tell it with some indepen-dence and sentences
Personal experience
Brothers and sisters agree with this
Drug-addled cells propel with gun average
Wealth and sin
Inconsistent militant ignorance
Equips racism, faces the brain
Places it towards drugs and prison
I take precautions
All of ya robbin' and drinkin'
I solve it with thinkin'
Tellin' kids to stay away from demons
Drugs, guns and such some how
Connect with demonic problems
I've had it
It's daily life and mathematics
Your life is like a fraction
Demoninator is hopeless
But the hope is somehow
Within the dimmed focus
Although I've seen both blacks and
Whites smoke crack pipes
That's all they had in life
They have a fuzzy afterliife
Ahead of 'em
Crack-heads corrupt black men
Stacked the black and odds against the
Drama and call it friendly
It's a deadly mission
Death defyin' wisdom in a bag of weed
Effects relent on brain cells, excelled speed
The cocaine shows aim to most
Brains and slow frames
Your lose your job, wife
Same thing happens to a junkie
Somethin' jumpin', the paramedic settle
Heart is thumpin'
Than ever before, you wake up in a hospital
And blink your eyes
Realize the cost of your life
If you don't stop tokin'
You overdose
The pain changes to mainly excruciating
Your tomb is basic, says RIP on your grave
Marked with plain basic words that
People don't care about
You'll be forgotten by your family
Those that love you now
It shows how goals are shot
Down by robbed clowns
And needles
And joints of bullets that
Point towards your foolishness
You'll soon to be cool with it
And that's when we derail
The whole process it'self is
When society will fail
And end up less than up-scale