Same Ol' Game

Yo, this goes out to all my wild style ladies

Respect yourselves and stop pumpin' out babies

And also to my brothers who keep thinkin' they're men

Yet it seems to me the're actin' more like

man's best friend

Yo, I never knew that I would write this like

But if my Father's the light than I inherit brightness

We all people; black, white or brown we all equal

Livin' the same world waiting for the sequel

I write what my heart speaks threw my pen leask

Lyrics that are obstacles to make us reach peaks

Like women, never put no man in place of God

'cause then you're sinnin'

And you know how hard it is for us to repent, I've been sent

TO Tell y'all just exactly what God meant,

when he quoted scripture

Write it down take a picture, so you could take it witcha

And let my lyrics change you when they hitcha, yeah

CHORUS:

Why we always get caught up playin'

that same ol' game.

Still playin' that same ol' game, still playin

that same ol' game.

All aboard the train, we're leavin' tonight.

Gonna set things straigt, gonna make

everything alright yeah

The thing that I do would only take a king to puruse

Never flirtin' with the physical only my mind and mental

This world, an instrumental, my life became the pencil,

The paper is the days that gone by.

I write with inspiration, with love for every nation.

Yes, the hypnotic, Portuguese, Neurotic

From a land where they understand a man is symbolic

The soul's really what controls where everybody started

And where everybody's going to and up

Got lost in the dark because you didn't care enough

About the light, a vision that persuades me to write

A vision that persuades me to keep it shining

bright for the Lord

Never go no where without my sword

This train could leave at anytime y'all better all aboard

Whether livin' day to day, or livin' heart to heart beat

A true Souljah suffers agony but never sees defeat

CHORUS

A yo, we all roll the dice in thie game of life

Father forgive me for my sins even when I did 'em twice.

Even when I did 'em 3 times, the 4th and the 5th

Never through I'd be the one you'd blessed with the gift

And I'm overwhelmed by it, but I must admit

That every time I grab the mic I never hesitate to spit

And if you wanna test God then do it

'm just gonna warn you son, I been thorugh it

And to my fine ladies, how you doin'?

Open your eyes and your mind what you doin'?