Yin/Yang

I rather love my neighbor, I rather touch the savior
I rather be enlighten, in spite of I suffer later
I rather be in nature, I rather speak a prayer
I rather share with people the evils I see in stares
I rather rob a nigga
Silver spoon fed muthafucka, private school
And probably raised with his father nigga
Imma volcanic eruption of a emotion
And my choppa spittin lava nigga
Don't even bother nigga
I rather feed the hungry n diminish poverty
I rather teach me a class in social psychology
I rather go green, eradicate a fiend from a addiction
No prescriptions in this health care economy
I rather sell dope n tell folks on records
We jumpin on these squares like its checkers
My niggas reckless
Snatch a necklace
And pawn it for a ratchet defenses
Grab a Lexus
And exit out the back with the peasants

Ying yang
Big bang
HIM prayin
In-sane, this the cycle of life, ain't shit change
Mang... the balance is essential bruh
The elements are uniform
the evidence of purest form
Ying yang
Big bang
HIM prayin
In-sane, this the cycle of life, ain't shit change
Mang... the balance is essential bruh
The politics are lucifer
I'm modeling with Jupiter

I rather be god body
Meditating and Paitent
I rather carry my fire when Im waitin for satan
I rather sow my seeds, only reaping the blessings/
I rather blow my trees, only teaching the lessons
I rather sucka punch ya
Fuck ya mother
Suck my lumber
Stumble under
A plan that's full proof, I ain't one to plunder
My gun is my lover
Sum a slumber
They conscious leaking
Animosity built, I ain't have a pot to pee in
I rather feel joy, feel a void of pain n blues
I rather see beauty truly when I done made a muse
I rather paint, rather draw
Rather faint, if at all
Cuz the subtly is portrayed without a major flaw
I rather be grim, shifting limbs, to strike a man
I rather shot at cops, removing locks
From Rikers, and
I rather be in a Syria, only criteria, is martyrdom
Bombs attached, blowin up all of them

Ying yang
Big bang
HIM prayin
In-sane
(This the cycle of life)
Ain't shit change
Mang... the balance is essential bruh
The elements are uniform
The evidence of purest form
Ying yang
Big bang
HIM prayin
In-sane, this the cycle of life, ain't shit change
Mang... the balance is essential bruh
The politics are lucifer
I'm modeling with Jupiter

I rather be married, have a family, a couple kids
I rather travel the world for about a couple years
I rather talk to the homeless, see what they life about
I rather be empathic, so what I write about
I rather make money, fuckin dummy, I'm neva bummy
I rather die for a dollar, if you gon take it from me
Don't make me jumpy
I'm feeling froggy nigga
Don't ever cross me nigga
Better luck, you off me nigga
I rather make peace with the people that I love the most
I rather my niggas get higher when it comes to lows
I rather my intuition notify me of foes
The slimiest hoes
And blindly I chose
I rather kill for respect, if you labeled a threat
I rather fuck all these bitches if they able n wet
I rather justify murder when it's yo time to go
I rather die from a bullet if it's my final blow