Dead Prez - Can't Sell Dope 4Eva lyrics

[Hook: Young Noble] Homie, you can't sell dope foreva You can't sell coke foreva You can't sell smoke foreva Baby, you can't sell ex foreva You can't sell s** foreva We gotta get ourselves togetha [Young Noble] It ain't too many dope dealers retiring It ain't too many old prostitutes vacationing on the islands Instead of knock 'em down, my focus is to inspire 'em Stop worshiping money and worship something higher up Don't get me wrong cuz, I done been there Bottom of the barrel man and it ain't sh** there No food, no love, whole lot of kids there Hand me down footwear, we got put here She wanna have a baby, what coz he got good hair? But he ain't got no job, and she on welfare All he do is go rob, she do the bl**jobs For '06 Bonnie & Clyde, life is so hard Stuck between a rock and a hard place Look into the sky and there's no sign of God's face We can't get a break, I see my people all stuck in a slump It's like we just can't get over the hump We need some motivation, we need some inspiration We need to be more creative in our ways to get paper The block will have ya a** in a box for your duration n***a, all I'm sayin' is this, all I'm sayin' is this .. [Hook: Young Noble] Homie, you can't sell dope foreva You can't sell coke foreva You can't sell smoke foreva Baby, you can't sell ex foreva You can't sell s** foreva We gotta get ourselves togetha Homie, you can't sell dope foreva You can't sell coke foreva You can't sell smoke foreva Baby, you can't sell ex foreva You can't sell s** foreva We gotta get ourselves togetha [Young Noble] Homie, I ain't tryin' to preach to ya, I'm just sayin' The government the bigger gang, and they ain't playin' Hangin' my n***as for hangin' where they bang at This is where we live, where we suppose to hang at Don't love the rent, I can't afford to rent this month I gotta hit this blunt, I gotta get this done I know it feel like it ain't no options A little education for a broader horizon It's hopeless, I'm focused on reachin' the children If what you doin' ain't workin, try somethin' different Listen, there's lynches and k**ings in corners With nothin' left to show but a prison diploma The crooked a** cops tryin' to meet they quota So every time they see me, they gon' pull me ova The life of a soulja, the world is colda And when it get's worse, man it still ain't ova I told ya .. [Hook: Young Noble] You can't sell dope foreva You can't sell coke foreva You can't sell smoke foreva Baby, you can't sell ex foreva You can't sell s** foreva We gotta get ourselves togetha Homie, you can't sell dope foreva You can't sell coke foreva You can't sell smoke foreva Baby, you can't sell ex foreva You can't sell s** foreva We gotta get ourselves togetha [Stic.man] Every new n***a think he not gon' get caught The same thing the next man thought, sittin' in court It's nothin new under the sun, it's been done There's a million n***as locked up, you just another one That got caught up in it, like the government intended A pawn for the system at the bottom of the pyramid The game is a set up, that's why they call it a trap It's infested with informers, snitches and rats So watch ya back if you in it, get in and get out Invest in ya future, gotta try to find another route Coz the war on d**, is just a war on us And the wrong time to see it is when you in them cuffs On that bus, frustrated, headed to the big house Lookin' at so much time, you might never get out If you headed down this route, whoa before you crash boy You don't wanna see them red sirens on the dashboard [Hook: Young Noble] You can't sell dope foreva You can't sell coke foreva You can't sell smoke foreva Baby, you can't sell ex foreva You can't sell s** foreva We gotta get ourselves togetha Homie, you can't sell dope foreva You can't sell coke foreva You can't sell smoke foreva Baby, you can't sell ex foreva You can't sell s** foreva We gotta get ourselves togetha, c'mon