Saved - 9th Wonder, Saigon, Joe Scudda

Wouldn’t you want to be me

In the prime of my thug I popped three

People in the less of a two month span

Not playin', couple is on record, the others I’m not saying

I was wild since the box of sand

I was the fucking slap-box man

You was rocking the Real Roxanne

You can go ahead with your battling man

I get mad at cha man

Hit you in your head with a battering ram

Rap like only an african can

They can lock us up trying to kill us all or put crack in our hand

But you gotta understand, that their is a plan to kill off the black man

And how the black woman the number one catcher of aids

And we all know that bullshit spreaded from gays

Its so craze, my mental being in an intricate maze

Can’t eat can’t sleep without hitting some haze

Seen bright nights and dark days

And maybe wanna run and spark the gate

And pray to God I ain’t marked for a grave

Cause I ain’t even saved

Yo, Keep it all real;

I don’t care if you don’t like me

I’m in this game for more than a chain or whipping a crisp pair of nikes

See there’s more to it

It’s kinda of hard to get it but easier to lose it

Thats why I try to keep it

Some cats died to reach it

Don’t even know what they’re reaching for

If they don’t listen then why we teaching for

And my moms still teaching more

I gotta question why she get paid the least for her profession

And my pops still stressing

Got a new heart

Turned around got cancer in the skin

I swear he can’t win

But he don’t quit my old man he just keep grinding to the end

And the ends coming know time quick

Cause me and him, still kick it on some old time shit

Belly up have a beer or two

Cause everything he said then I see now your boys gotta clear view

And the lessons gotta learn myself

My lifestyle gonna have a worse turn for my health

And I hope I don’t see an early grave

Damn, cause I ain’t even saved