Shao
2nd Nature


They say to be Rich is Hard, but what's harder's my mission...
See "I'm Just a Writer," Corey-o-graphing my vision
Seeing a Someday no longer encased in the shell,
Of Twelve empty goblets and Bread broken in Hell
Of stick up kids, or drive bys through the night
But what good is Someday, if I won't see it in my life?
See I've always wondered 'bout it and what it really means
No poverty, robbery? or clothes just not splittin they seams?
I wanna see a cure for cancer, no more kids wearing wigs
Maybe I'm thinking too Small...but look what happened to Big!
That's why Someday seems futile...a little bit out of reach
Cause the more of it I speak, the less they wanna hear preached...
Life seems to have lost Meaning, meaning I've lost the Way...
Am I still searching in vain for that better someday...
One when every faith can pray and not get sprayed with hate
But this dream seems delayed, I'm afraid it's too late...

Someday...I'll get to ask God the meaning the life
probably not today or tomorrow or Monday Night
but one day, after this war is over and done
I'll pray that he hears my voice over that of a billion lungs
maybe I'll ask him why children die of tumors and cancers
Doctors swear on they opulent asses they know the answer
Someday the rich and the poor will unite as brothers
I know it wasnt today cuz i woke up in a Brooklyn gutter
Someday I'll climb to the Heavens and chill with halos
but right now Im wanted by feds so I have to lay low
One day I'll be rich and famous, and live in a sky scraper
instead of a park bench, my blanket a newspaper
One day I was almost famous, a soldier with lots of medals
but the day I came home I was shunned for killing some rebels
24 Hours in a day, but Im nappin for 23
cuz the truth is that someday is a day that will never happen for me...

What's really happening for my people is violence in cycles
Cause half of Civilization's lacking the first 5 letters they're titled
But Someday the story will change, no more Growing from Pain
More kids knowing they Father, stead of not knowing his name
I don't know when, but one day after the last bullet is fired
The old man at the yards can stop workin and retire
Go home to his wife, and live life without anymore trouble
And the Pride of the Panthers will again rise from the Rubble
One day the youth of my people won't forsaken their past
'Stead unite Roots to fight groups, that take 'em for trash
There'll be no more 4th of Aprils or sad Memphis skies
But until that day I'll still wonder if the Heavens do cry...
Cause it seems they've forgotten the lives sufferin' below
Each soul cryin for a better tomorrow, from their humble abode...
See I'm still hopeful that this one day will soon come...
Hopeful...cause Someday is the only bright light for my loved ones...

dope collab.... btw who is shaojin?