| Yo Premier?
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| Yeah whassup G?
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| That trip to L.A., may be delayed
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| Why whassup I’m on my way to the airport now
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| Yeah well your boy Guru got knocked
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| WHAT?!
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| I don’t know what this is about, sounds crazy man
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| Somethin about a gun
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| The court calls Keith Elam to the stand.
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| Please approach the bench.
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| Yo they got me handcuffed, I’m down in central booking
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| Things are fucked up, the way my future’s looking
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| But I’m too fly, I’ma change this scenario
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| Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll
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| Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat
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| I’m like the black Dutch Schultz when you get me upset
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| Five-oh makes me wanna flip, Larry Davis style
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| Got a nigga depressed, while he’s awaitin trial
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| It’s OK though, cause from grey skies comes blue
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| Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru
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| And this I certify we all should be alerted by the traps within the system, our youth is gettin murdered by the D.A. |
| says they got me on a felony
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| I’m tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me?
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| The streets are war, that’s what brothers carry weapons for
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| And I take the weight as I did before
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| The next thing you know, they got me on the radio
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| A rapper arrested, suckers showin me on video
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| Of course I know, that I’m a role model
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| But yo this rap life is real life sometimes it’s full throttle
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| Right now I gotta think about me fuck the industry
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| You gets no love, except those who support me What’s the story, what happened when I went to L.A.
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| Mixin shit up, no not there I got family
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| Nothin happened, mind your business yo step
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| You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX
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| Chorus: Guru
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| They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key
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| Don’t wanna see us come up, don’t wanna see us makin G’s
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| Long as we know this is the key to our destruction
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| Let’s make moves no discussion
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| Peace to my man Hass, and Orange Man payin the cost
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| All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers gettin tossed
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| into the system, supposed to rehabilitate
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| It’s why you gotta regulate your own mindstate
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| Read, study lessons and build your inner power
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| The next level, doesn’t tolerate cowards
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| For example, I know this rich Nigerian
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| Powerful American that’s proud to be an African
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| He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped
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| I told him I’d explain it broke it down in a rap
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| Whether you got naps, braids waves or no hair
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| Without esteem for yourself nigga, you goin nowhere
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| And you can swagger like you rule this; |
| Josey Wales
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| unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails
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| Give up the savage ways, be effective soldiers
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| To elevate the mental is to be poor no more
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| There’s war in the streets, prepared men know best
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| Our rhyme as live as it gets, JFK 2 LAX
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| They’re always makin trouble yo, against the righteous
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| Killin us in cold blood, those beats those vipers
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| And as I sit feelin the pain in my wrist
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| I vow to myself that I’ma change this shit
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| Or at least I gotta try, or part of me will die
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| And only by action will any ideas solidify
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| So I inhale, exhale as I ponder
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| This grown man will make mistakes no longer
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| I’ve been there, I’ve seen how they make us fall victim
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| to their tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em And so I rip facts to dope tracks I caress
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| You’re gonna hear about it, from JFK 2 LAX |