Artist: Phelon Album: The Next Chapter Compilation Song: Word to God Typed by: nelly@itis.com Intro: Yo, and peace be with you you know what I'm sayin'? It's the Phelon talkin' to all those between the bible and the guns. I ain't one to judge you know what I'm sayin'? I just call it like I see it. And this is the way I be seeing it where I'm living. Verse 1: Now I was born a convict so I had to learn quick You fight for your shit or you live like the vic I'm locked in a cell with the bars unseen With the true and living God understand what I mean? Love don't love nobody but I got love for mine so I go the whole 9 The mind is a terrible thing to waste Don't give a fuck about life because I never had a taste Sunshine sometimes flowers never bloom Play with my pistol as I sit in my room Love to my moms and my pops Anything in my way then I cock and it drops Hook: Word to God, word to God, word to God Pray for your soul and that's word to God (x4) Verse 2: Rocks bring cops niggas glocks bust shots And from Watts to new lots knots are made in spots Gettin' G's flippin' keys keep a semiautomatic Get the money nobody move no need for panic Never judge a book by the cover Cause I''m the other brother word to mother I'm sought by the hunter Raised in the projects cashing checks using techs Get respect with a razor to the neck Money increase when bodies decease Release by police rollin' deep and play for keeps Pistol and guns bring funds for the wicked ones Not being a bum chum living by dum dum Mind never shallow, pride never swallow Live by the hollow, lead never follow Peace to my niggas on the east with a full clip Love for my niggas on the west bloods crips Hook Verse 3: Gold in the ghetto is the capsals Seems they sell the crack to majority black and hispanic Tinted is the youth that I rap to my beat that they snap to Officials are left in a panic Infared can find me hiding under a tree a car or even in a ditch But you can't stop pounds of cocain from entering the country Now ain't this a bitch Just say no is easy when your living in the White House But here on my street to just to say yes means simply Of the good life you wanna take a little piece Now the war on drugs ain't drug war Don't break laws for a very different cause One side sell and the other side buy Both sides lie and induce genocide Products move with the military force Many many many many many lives are lost that's a little cost Millions to be made in the drug trade people gettin' paid Powder the people really crave Uncle Sam says take another hit Transport the product with his planes and his ships Cause theres no coke fields in the neighborhood No coke fields in the hood Down here cocaine sells so good If we could grow it you know that we would Then I get a pistol fistful of crystal Provide to the public just like Al Capone Not a criminal just running business Dealer of death and many die by one little stone Hook (x10)