I put my heart on my sleeve by Azma

From Azma's myspace blog

I put my heart on my sleeve, I put my pen 2 the pad, I keep mind on the 1 while lost 1's stay mad/

I keep the truth as my guide, I keep my lies on the side, in case I have 2 turn around and take the fakes on a ride/ the system they lie, wait for the system 2 die, I'll be the only 1 at the funeral that won't even cry/ Along wit' Immortal tech, and the 1's that show respect 4 the 1's that can't see, the goal is 2 get us free...Dope, money, women, cars, and the dough, is the main thing that makes black men lose control...yeah we want position, and yeah we want power, but the fruit that we accept is rotten and so sour!

I put my heart on my sleeve, I put my pen 2 the pad, I keep my mind on the 1, while lost 1's stay mad/

Willie Lynch had a hand in killin' my brotha', cuz the person that did it is the same fukkkin' color, we was lost as slaves, and we still lost now, cuz we diggin' eachothers graves, and keep askin' ourselves how...do we end up dead, or lokkked in the pen, cuz we 2 busy attakkkin', when it's been time 2 defend!

I can't even trip... jus cuz it was my brotha', cuz if wasn't him...it woulda been done 2 anotha' brotha'...catch 22, cuz on the streetz we dope, but in the same design we put our throat on a rope!! yeah, our weapons is on us, but the same people that made em' got NEW weapons on us, so everywhere we look we got WEAPONS ON US!!!

I put my heart on my sleeve, I put my pen 2 the pad, I keep my mind on the 1, while lost 1's stay mad/

Damn it's a shame that we've learned to breathe revenge, and it's only our fault, cuz we don't breathe 2 extend.... truth, knowledge, peace, and respect, 2 busy claimin' blokkkz, and cuttin' eachothers nekkks, I understand we gotta' hustle...sometimes it's the only way, but the system is black and white "NIGGA" there is no GREY!!...flip on me if you want 2 but what I say is true, the person 2 look out 4 is them boyz in blue/ license 2 kill, and a license 2 lie, systematically speakin', yeah they want us to die!!

I put my heart on my sleeve, I put my pen 2 the pad, I keep my mind on the 1, while lost 1's stay mad/

I could write a whole novel bout' this shit, but I'm a sinlge black man in a deep ass mix...I've watched us fall, b4 I watch us rise, I watched my brothers last breath and the look in his eyes...when do WE wake up and REALLY begin 2 change? Hopefully b4 it's 2 late, in the mean time I guess it stays the same!

I put my heart on my sleeve, I put my pen 2 the pad, I keep my mind on the 1, while lost 1's stay mad....