* EP on Red Hook Records

[Shabazz The Disciple]

Impressive times everybody lives the fast life

Running around selling drugs living trife

In order to survive we have to strive

for perfection and have a direction to guide

The young ones out of the darkness of reality

It's rap standing for this mic brutality

Cuz if we don't got them where will they end up

In a situation where they get sent up

For selling drugs or possession of weapons

Forcing and sending thier own mankind back to the essence

Bust shots at the cops for props

Low down shots, run the spots

So, I'm damn near every block

Making it hard to live at your residence

Brothers who kill brothers for past experience

Let me break it down to my point of view

Designed for a white man who didn't die for you

I know money is the roots of all evil

and worst is the devil, it controls people

It has your mind in a state, so negative

That to get more, you'll even murder your relatives

The drug game took a lot of my brothers

and others, but all I could do was think about their mothers

They can't bear that thought that their son was shot dead

in the ghetto, on the ground with holes in his head

All those years of chastizing, advising

He really wasn't realizing and open his eyes

and looking at life as a meaningfull experience

and take the dreams a lot more serious

Stop pleading for the opposite race

taking life for a waste and chase in space

The latter of success is what we have to climb

with the strong mind and yo, take your time

[Chorus: "sample", Shabazz The Disciple]

"Take your time, young man"

Take your time, all you gotta do is just take your time