Message In the Song Lyrics

Yall know what my purpose is
I spit verses that lift curses off my dead president worshipers
Back where the surface is gangsters and murderers
Making money made us merciless
Its the birth of the streets its over they said
Rappers crossed over they dead
I spit my verse with technique till they know when they ledge
First to compete then Im over their heads
He too lyrical and too subliminal
every day from spiritual too criminal
Its a message in the bottle open it
its a lesson in survival cope with it
It dont make sense to die for the root of evil
It get too cerebral when that dont seem lethal
Either way is hell I cant save the world
But I can show them how to save themselves
From theEvil things that people do, sometimes, legal dreams that we pursue, sometime we dont think that we can lose, sometimes
Call it >>>>, its the root of evil we the proof, some times its a plea from me to uI seen through the eyes of the prophets

King tutankhamun
And Martins and Malcolms
And Elijah Mohameds
Wise with knowledge
Paid in full interest aside in the pockets
Just rise with the topics
Rise economics I show you that time is more valuable than them diamonds in your watches
U grind where the block is you die for those dollars
Plus work for them too u know right where wallet is
Thugs is pitchin chicks is in the club stripping
flippin drugs and pimpin hood is flood of grippin
latin kings and black guerillas governments
In fact hopng we dont go at these go at these cracker killers
It sound like a set up and we the victims
One out of a million will beat the system
Here and wish for flippin brinks is over with
Take your chips and go legit
From theEvil things that people do, sometimes, illegal dreams that we pursue, sometime we dont think that we can lose, sometimes
Call it >>>>>>>>>>>, its the root of evil we the proof, some times its a plea from me to u