(feat. C-Murder, Mr. Serv-On)



[Chorus: C-Murder]

Don't blame me for the pain the world has caused

Don't blame me for your own imperfectionate flaws

If every individual were to accept his own blame

I think the world would be a better change

A better change



Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots

And my thoughts seepin into your brain like cooked rocks

It's like a thick I have on a nigga mind is ??? yall

Sort of like ???????? of thugs

To break off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites

That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit

They say I'm overrated, but I'm highly educated

Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it

Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU soldiers of the black folks

See while yall gone, I'm a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto

I feel like it's my duty, I be elected through spirit

One of the chosen few soldiers from the infamous No Limit

Records, a cooliation of highly respected ghetto millionares and servents

Just some independant brothers that deserve it

Now don't point your finger partner, just pratice what you preach

Cause it really ain't my fault playa, so don't blame me



[Chorus]



[Mr. Serv-On]

Believe me

If I had my wish I'd robbin every day nigga wake

Cause if you let the world tell em my lyrics are the reason why

Lil niggas took the pains they can't take

Or the troubles he left behind

Why I gotta be the vision

I ain't even lookin at when your child choose music and he choose mine

But if you was a better parent he wouldn't look up to my kind

And time life taught me

The last minutes of your life is like bail, you either make it or you don't

You either goin love me or you won't

But don't blame me when your child ain't got enough to eat

And nigga I appreciate if you goin buy my CD's

But yall ain't got a decent pair of shoes on his feet

The streets taught me you gotta accept your blame and don't blame it on others

I look at my mother and I watch her suffer

But we beat the bad times in  uptown

And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around

We made it on our own

And turned a fucked up life into a happy home



[Chorus: C-Murder]



[Mia X]

Don't blame me because my skin tone's like God's own

The oldest skeleton was chose to be an Africans born

I'm from a strong race of people who can never be denied

Every tear we cry's like rain water and so our sea dries

Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom

Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb

They'd rather see us doomed, placin flowers on tombstones

But BeBe's kids multiply while yall tryin to plum to save your own

Label me wrong because I spit the raw real

Yall feel all my verses, even if I curse it's straight through em

Screw em, I takes my blame, you hypocrites make me sick

Tryin to sabotage my arches, thoughts stay on some scandelous shit

Get a grip on the way you truely live

Entertainment can't raise your little kids

Run your households

You got to mold thier minds and tell them what to look out for

Gangsta rap won't be a cop out no more



[Chorus x2]