Jay Moore Music Shit
Livin Intentions
For Eternity
You'll see

The streets
Smell different
But shit
It's still the same
Can't maneuver
The manure
The government
Threw again
Ya see
I bowed my head
Saw the ground
And felt power
Looked in
My kids eyes
And I told em
The world is ours
The reason
I do it?
Illin cuz
The world
It never Will
Uncle Phil
And Wills
Daddy
Poppa
And Momma sadly
The dichotomy
Hits me badly
Still
So I puff
The herb
To calm the
Sickle Cell ills
Sicker than
Sickle Cell Anemia
This carrier
Will bury ya
I'm daring ya
Touch the Devil
And swiftly
There goes
Ya area
Quicker than
Niggas planned
45 at ya side
45 wit a pen
By his side
And still it flys
Suicide or
Life oblige?
Chose
The life of
The truest man
So my seeds over stand

Got money
Then I lost it
Got money
And then
I lost again
Genesee & Bailey
Pan handling
Gets me
Home wit kin
Those smiles
Were different
Cuz money made
Killed the difference
That we ever felt
On busses
White people
Fell wit the crutches
I seen
It on the gurneys
The others
They died
From flurries
But my peoples
Died internal
Shit that
I ain't returned from
Peoples
Up the block
Spoke on
Family getting shot
Similar to a Kennedy
His
But in my memory
I swear pain
Brings us
To symmetry
No lines
Ever divide
What flunkies
Cannot describe
The streets
Came to nourish
This is where
My hunger flourished
Motorola pagers
Move like
Donald Goines pages
Upgraded to
Cell phones
Always keep
Em guessing
Sim cards copped
In droves
Another product
Is sold
Chirp once
Chirp twice
Under
Street lights
Randy Crawford
Brought to light
The ills of
This street life

My daughter
And my niece
The only ones
Who give
Me peace
From collection plate
Dollars
My Grandmamas should
Have a beach
Lived at 2565
Died at 2524
Its crazy as hell
In this Art Of War
Across
The street
It's all I seen
And all I saw
I never
Bounced back
Still a
Slave to all
The flaws
My Mom
And Aunt
Funeral
Family didn't think
How this shit
Would bite
A nigga
And turn me
Into a beast
But that's life
It's why I
Stand at
These mics
It's why I
Stare at the stars
Not religious
But I'm a god
I lived through
All these things
And I turned em
Into a fee
I raised it
Up to a level
To get yall people
To dream & think
Past why me?
How so?
And what for?
I embody the reason
Everybody
Should do it for
I lost it all
Now I'm taking
All my shit back
Bruised
Battered
And bloody
And yall still
Can't touch me