War Going on Inside

Velli
I want you to hold up 5 fingers
Hold up your hand
The thumb, vanity
The index finger, enviousness
The middle finger is love
The ring finger, lustfulness
The pinky, ignorance
Keep that in mind

It's a war going on inside no man is safe from
Got it tatted on my back they gentrified it still it mean sum
Gotta hold yo weight like a mule where I come from
Matter fact, you and I come from the same exact place
Probably end each other with the same gat
Because the bitch we lust for taking turns and choosing sides
That use to hurt my pride way back in the day
But I know that most niggas usually serving time cause a bitch
Either way, right now I'm still free and gotta hold it down for the fam
(An I gotta hold it down)
Ask MC I was .2 seconds from my picture in the slammer but I'm smarter than that
I re-upped with these beats and started pushing this this crack
(I can be yo pusha man, pusha man)
We seen it go bad
The .45 was in bushes we just kept it pushing (Pushing man, pushing man)
We used to seeing our people laid on the asphalt
Wish they were on the grass and not high off the glass
Other half its cop harassing or white man tryna play God with us
It's hard not to hate us huh?
Like Dominicans do to the Haitians? (Huh)?
Nothing is what it seem
I won't wife a bitch that love to be on the scene more than she love herself
On IG all I see is Black power, peace and wealth (Black power)
It's hard to believe that cause our summers been colder than our winters (Black power)?
So when I see certain re post I'm like yea some preacher
I won't pledge the same allegiance
I use to chase tail till I got head
I'm in my feelings right now, look

I use to chase tail till I got head thought I was getting a head
Saw myself on the tv screen don't even have a tv where I lay at
What country you bang? What set you pledge?
Even killas gotta lay in they bed so my man be cool
I'm already singing blues would rather not make you see red
Do you know what happened when the sea was parted?
Do you know who Mosses was with? (You)
I'm 1 percent of the 5 percent
4 Persons in yo whip and you paid a grip for that tint
Can't see in but somehow word get out
Only gods child will move alone through the storm
Be careful cause some moving foul like my brothers from India
These kids don't give a fuck they a bang at you en dia
I like girls who speak facts and already know what the dealo is
No matter how cool we is we don't chill at my crib I got PTSD and OCD like a bitch
So she give me the rag top in whip
I must admit I do love that sloppy shit I use to chase tail till I got head (Get head, yeah)
See how things can go back to how they was so quick?
And you believe every word all these rappers spit
Like how they then change and wanna see better days
And maybe some do
And maybe some try
And when I say they
Me too
So maybe I do
And maybe I try
But, look

It's a war going on inside no man is safe from
Got it tatted on my back they gentrified it
Still it mean something (Inside, it's a war going on)
Still it mean something (Inside, it's a war going on)
It's a war going on inside no man is safe from
Got it tatted on my back they gentrified it still it mean something
Sound, sound

Yea we gotta hold it down

Put down your thumb, which is vanity, your index finger, enviousness
Your ring finger, lustfulness, and your pinky, ignorance, now what finger is left?
See? Love
Just as the middle finger has a greater meaning when it's standing alone
We must treat love the same way
You know what I mean? Love won't survive, nor will it have the same significance
When it standing with vanity, enviousness, lustfulness and ignorance
We gotta learn to love and that starts within
Velli