Tobe Nwigwe, David Michael Wyatt - CHOPPED IT UP w/ FAROUK lyrics

Sometimes with circumstances you
Are faced with
Can seem defeatin'
Vocalize, man
Gotta live for the desire
Live for the passion
Man
Put that to all somethin'
The sky's the limit
I know personally from me myself
I've been through some situations that
"Surely it's over with
Surely he's done for"
My, you gotta live for the fire
Live for the passion
When you decide to show it to the world
They'll think differently

Look, just chopped it up with Farouk
He been down ten
I clowned him then found gems
In his profound sense
Of self-awareness
Though this system ain't the fairest
He made some careless decisions
But through it all he ain't perish
He learned from it
And though that twenty-five piece centers
Don't usually reap repentance
He turned from it
Yeah, ways that got him there
Later I would share
How we got favor 'cause most
Our neighbors ain't make it
Up out of there due to they circumstances
Hope y'all get food from
Every verse I'm plantin'
Yeah, and though we grew up modestly
We couldn't recognize an olive tree
And burnt the branches
No peace offerings for feral youth
Where I'm from, if you speak softly
Then they bury you
And though my lips were fairly loose, hell
I rarely used
Any methodology most my colleagues
Were married to
You know, blast first, ask questions later
If she a go-liver, don't save her
Only chase your paper
You get a favor from your neighbor
You indebted
And can't waiver
Or they at the side of your head like a taper
Ooh, vicious ways produce vicious plays
Reminisce on bein' suspicious
On Christmas day
'Cause hell
I figured if Kris Kringle knew my
Partners ain't had no pops
Then why would he stop by
The block and never stay?
The master of ho-ho-hoein' folks
Especially those Jehovah knows that
Don't have rowin' boats
Who stuck in waters with those
Wit' X and Y chromosomes
Could never make enough provolone to
Cop they own abode
I'm from where bullets hot as hell
Can make a holy home
I'm from where snakes'll wish you well
Before they throw a stone
I used to watch Willy Wonka
And hope he would sponsor
A golden token loan for every broken
Home that I would roam
I wish I had a mobile phone
To hit the true in livin'
They felt the spirit in my poems
And say that He is risen
I know the serpent slidin'
On his belly lurkin'
But my tablet wished and already established
The fact that it is written
And it is, but most don't fear God
That's why my 'hood out here
Catchin' bodies like cheer squads
I give a mere nod to those who appear odd
For doin' sincere jobs that end different

In a land where reapers often come
(Reapers often come)
The seed's not in the son (Ooh ooh)
I pray my whole 'hood finds
It's way to light
(Way back to light)
'Cause we all need it (We all need it)
We all need it (We all need it)
We need it (Hey)
In a land where reapers often come
The seed's not in the son
(Seed's not in the son)
I pray my whole 'hood finds
It's way back to light
(Whole 'hood finds it's way back to light)
'Cause we all need it
('Cause we all need it)
We all need it (We all need it)
We need it (We need it)
In a land where reapers often come
Seed's not in the son
I pray my whole 'hood find
It's way back to light
'Cause we all need it
We all need it
We need, we need it
We need it
We n-need it
Need it