The P. (P. O. P.) - Radio Edit

I peacefully piece together pieces of a dream
That were shattered years ago
By the first woman to break my heart
Before I became a thug
Before the time I introduced drugs
Into this pulp fiction story
The only true line is the first
Unless you classify women as a drug
Looking for fine women to hug
Or sexy women to indulge in
Like I love sugar, especially brown
In walls that simply astound
All the others that lost the chance
To touch what makes you taste so sweet
Good enough to repeat
Because I love to meet
The woman of my dreams
Until I find that I dreamt too much
Only one woman
Is good enough for my touch
But I've already given up so much
But bet I have learned
From my past mistakes
And my past success
Lessons that profess
To help me clean up the mess
That I presently reside
My mouth is open wide
Cuz my foot is in it
For all the times I said ok
To mentally unstable women
Whose past abuse built a fashionable chastity belt
Created with a leather called fear
The lovely women's whisper in my ear
Was a cry for help
But stroked the wrong cord
Licked the wrong gourd
Pulled the wrong string
It was a cry for healing
Pent up in sexual feelings
And my dealings were just too mundane
I was shallow hal
Looking for a deep gal
That ultimately ended up
Having pain based on deep cuts
Deep gashes that penetrated their gut
By nuts that were probably
Hurt by their fathers
Absent role models that
Taught them how to wince
On the inside with dry tear ducts
That was ingrained in their brain
By Willie Lynch
I smell the stench
From old tar pits and feathers from chickens
That are finger lickin good
Kentucky Fried Slaves
Have Kentucky Made Graves
That lie in bluegrass
Waiting for their ancestors and
Descendants to work together
Like Tavis Smiley
But we follow peeps
Like Pat Riley
Only when we're playing
Y' know what i'm saying
Delegating and denigrating women
As if they're toys
As if we're boys listening to the noise
That the horse whispers
Sterile like mules
So we can grow up
From boys to women
Strong with no sense of meaning
Just pent up feelings
I fight like that
These are my peers
We all need jimmy hats
But that would defile our race
As we race toward genocide
Cuz we kill each other
Why
Abortion
Distortion
Drug dealing and competition
Pimpin hoe-in and ignoring redemption
Lookin for the quick buck
The quick **** and having babies
For reasons of vanity
Narcissistic insanity
That causes major calamities from the
Pain that our ancestors never got to shout
Cuz the tar and feathers never let it out
The middle passage that broke our great nations
And the corporate industry
That caused the great migration
WE'VE BEEN DUPED FOR YEARS and
We call network marketing a gimmick
Netweaving a cloth
That can get us the promise
Our covenant with black America
The architects and masons
All of this anti-family
Activity is what I fight
And regardless of my might
I know WE: W-E
Have to work together
To end this insanity
Or all humanity dies
Including the people
That feed us the lies
Their gene pool has bottlenecked
We need to respect
The environment
It's more than global warming
The Original Man is storming
Like a thief in the night
Jesus-Just Us
Osiris
Horus
Resurrect us
We are now on the cross
Road
I'm looking for the Trinity
The Father, Sun and the Holy Ghost
My Mother
Finally
All of the pieces of a nightmare
Have been put together to form
Peace