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You write, really? Scribble, scribble, dilly dabble, brother Clear with the math numbers, gassed up No mercy, didn't grow up in the projects though Do you like a cholo, Southern boy up in the Polo Lenny's done turned to green rock Fire in the sky Wish my folks wasn't killed Wish my partner wouldn't deal Police got eyes in the hills Looking for my people, had full fever Bill Gates wouldn't tag a mutant like a dog Slaughterhouse full of hogs Politics got me dancing like a stripper You lil' foul mouth bitch, play in traffic Dungeon Family is the clique We reach into the goodie bag And we'll let any nigga have it In no particular order, so what's happening? Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep Everybody playin' dumb The sum of all fears, it appears To have the general public numb So some run to guns store quick to buy gun And clips for the sticks of hundred round drums Now who really want the smoke when it's time to pump-pump? Only chumps jump a nigga that's down for 101 I am 1 of 1 original Physical and digital Copies, they get bodied We don't give a fuck who you listen to Yeah, we glistening too, balling and the whole bit We giving power through knowledge straight from this pulpit They preying on the sheep while the flock flocks It's the end of days, watch the tik-tok Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep Tabernacles, seen a God Charge it to the game Full speed ahead Smokin' like a freight train All work, no play, foundation laid Blood, sweat, and tears From the cradle to the grave Glitch in the game Operation break the switch Like a high, catch 'em waiting on a wild bitch Scanned, damn now everybody tryna run their plate Fuck a ring, fuck a trophy, just tat a tate Like it's cake, well it ain't, egg in your face Red shirt, khaki pants like my name was Jake Wake and bake, big steak like a wordsmith Got a million of our kinfolk, don't even trip Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep Being black is a blessing and a curse Living with the pain and the hurt Take a stand as I work Concentrating, thinking of a master plan Got a mic and the black as I sat with the concept Just wanna raise my kids right Protect them at all costs And never to fall off You thought that I would I'm reaching higher than ever To levels infested with devils and snakes I see the hate in your eyes when I walk by Taught white people, to hate black people Take the sheep till they're severed on the church Organized, come together, let's work Get this money, man Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep Things ain't always what it seems What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams? Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep Prey for the sheep