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