Walk light for these are the bad lands
Bad lands these are the bad lands
Bad seed castor bare of soil
Weeds run free through the golden oil
Milk outside it's bound to spoil
Know a couple bad girls 'n they all adore you
Somethin' to assure you we'll secure you
The television say they can do that for you
Wanna go to sleep gotta seek a d**g
Shorty on the street thinks her man's a thug
Went and got shot 'cause he need the pub
Record blew on up tell you life is rough
Mama ain't home daddy doin' dirt
Lil' Jimmy got the fo' fifth from the shirt
'Bout to go berserk just needs some guidance
But in the bad lands the results are violent
Rhymin' on the corner using gun shots for snares
Bad enough lands to make punk rockers care
They don't give a f**k just like we don't give a f**k
Righteous man get bucked and some stopped to stare
Blood on they backs 'cause they ran just a grub on scraps
No daps mean loves n' a slug in the air
How many beefs wore to the point where everybody eats when it's over that's rare
And in a prayer I begged the All Mighty to spare
My daughter from fake thugs real d**gs and players
I've been around that s**t and I'm embarrassed
You been a town jester that's careless
Perilous pits I've dodged like it's my job
They worship twisted gods and spit facades
To get that wad what will you do
Lie cheat steal kill till it kills you
Tumble weeds and twisted tales
These the bad lands where the angels fail
Bad lands
Make money try to stop the fear
If you think it ain't real then you ain't been here
Bad lands
This is a place where babies are hooked on d**gs
Before they see the light of day
A land where doctors'll necessarily cut them out their mothers' stomachs
Just to make more pay
Their fathers run away
Consumed with the most ignorant s**t you can think of
'Cause it's been dangled in front their faces like a carrot to an a*s
But still they know better they're just too scared to be outcasts
It ain't about past let's talk present and future
F**k presidents what do you do with your power your control
Control yourself
Going dumb's not really a movement you're really going dumb
Look at the s**t they play on the radio
And got the nerve to wonder why rappers keep dying in the streets
Stop putting 2pac and Biggie on magazines
Until you understand the significance of why they died
Don't ya'll get it Humans are bigger than they're supposed to be
Check yourself before you come out the house holdin' a piece
Runnin' off at the mouth sayin' trendy s**t like yes sir and ye ye
Like it's the only thing you know
Yea that s**t is fun but don't let it be the only thing you know
Ultimately it won't get you anywhere and trying to get out of here
Leave these bad lands behind get in touch with my spirit my body and mind
Cuz I'm divine
And if no one ever told you you were well you are
And that's it