Salute my company, the sum of these heads suggestsnProof I can’t compete with he who judges me bestnStumble in boots; steep and too many steps – plod and postulatenWith wonder – what these people gonna do to me next?nI guess a penchant for the condescension comes from my mother’s kinnFarm folk is different, sun form a tougher skinnThen and now, meld with the elders, help to vent it outnIt’s wicked how they never showed emotion ever when in doubtnSend me that, from the spot you’ve been in since Jimmy passednEmpty past, wind blow, you know how McKinney’s actnProbably I should have tried to acknowledge you properlynAnd called her Roberts, ‘cause yo my daughter got the qualitynOf Rosalita, she arose a leader out the firenSpark of light, type matriarch – prize of the priornI avow to pass her this I gathered listenin’ to younGet down and organize and keep it real for your crewnnnTribal wisdom held the essence of the bible in himnTough times pressin’ found him fit to find religionnEasin’ pain through the study of the struggle they done came throughnMisery enchained, it’s like he in Canaan the same, toonNews ran accounts of who you blamed, too – I felt thatnPosed in that position more than once, hell held backnWho’s to say you threw it all away?nThey aint never faced the 8-guage prayin’ the maker take you todaynHeredity meted the faith and fate bothnAfraid to stray or wander, now may the former stay close, ‘sposed tonObey the code, it’s no simple task, men will asknWhy you assimilate and denigrate, I dwindle fastnSmoke signal kindled, blast back – found middle groundnBalance act, pact challenge me: do my contingent proudnNow and for everything a motto rings truenGet down and organize and keep it real for your crewnnnCHORUS:nnnNow this goes out to all area cliquesnCentralized to West side of the bridgenKnow your loyalty to district, as important as it isnComes second to the town; how’d this division existnNow this goes out to all area cliquesnFellas, fam and folk controllin’ dos-o-sixnGoin’ for dolo, recall in all the things y’all donGet down and organize and keep it real for your crewnnnThe town’s idle chatter be a vital matter for discussionnSome are good for nothin’ but disruption of thenMomentum, though minimal it still slows growthnPotentially killin’ the rhythm, softly pillows spokenAlleged bed fellows we are? Because of y’all’s hang up’s?nDead the jealousy and step your PR game upnAs if I never offered even dialog, called a dozennMeetings at the Beacon branch – people can’t speaknIn retrospect I hold regret over the wholenSeparation and representation of sets, bet I’mnDedicated to my record label, pledge stated ages backnA few viewed the move as exclusive, my dude I hated thatnAint nothin’ changed, got a name plus a sharper aimnMarket share, the common denominator remainnTo the Line and to the thine own self, try to be truenGet down and organize and keep it real for your crewnnnCHORUS