D.U. (Divine Unity) - Cormega, Nature

Typing my life on a Blackberry keypad

Nigga from the street

Nigga get the street feedback

Nigga pitching crack

Nigga could have won a Cy Young

So I attack cause the good niggas die young

I never try nigga all I do is triumph

Weed in my hand nigga David and Goliath

Praying to God the oil spills will dry up

While we looking for millionaires to tie up

Me and Mega so close we like twins nigga

Reporting news like it’s 1010 Wins

Around the way big willys going MIA

And I ain’t talking about Florida, bodies decay

When I be drunk never stumbling on that pink rosé

police are shootin' with me that won’t think to aim

And when the smoke clears you get it the worst way

Rest in peace all of y’all I’m a get the shirts made, motherfuckers

Sometimes it seems like there’s no more real niggas

So-called real niggas told on real niggas

Had shit sewn, parole-holds hem niggas

Ain’t green with envy that’s state greens they still biddin'

In the beast’s abdomen sleep is hazardous

When you share air with dealers, fiends and savages

Freedom is every nigga dream even when life challenges

I’d rather be here than eating three squares and circle in the yard

As a man it hurts you even more to know before a visit they search a nigga mom’s

Or thinking who’s sleeping with your girl in his arms

Out of sight, out of mind, it’s like the world disregards you

This is food for thought, never will I starve you

Lies mean nothing ever since I found truth

I stay clear of snakeheads with venomous thoughts

Poison your mind, resist if you’re mentally strong

If we had more unity out here man, we’d be unstopable

Like nobody, nobody in the world could fuck with us

I don’t think anybody know that though

Under the seven train by the magazine store

Rikers Island bus stop niggas get the Queens tour

Starting with the hood bulletproof the whole city up

Dirty money on the table niggas try to willy up

Some niggas testify, walk the streets petrified

Paranoid niggas stay smoking on them pesticides

I never lie, use gunshots to rectify

Two wrongs don’t make it right nigga better change your life

You know how I give it up

Replace hate with the love

Death comes to all

Might as well live it up

Every man has a purpose I’m here to crush the mic

It’s addictive, when I’m near it I feel a rush

The same faces that frown when a nigga up

Smile when a nigga down

That’s what they really want

To throw salt in the wound, I’m in the cut

I lost more grams cooking up than they picking up