This is a song about "Structure of formal organizations"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

To show some respect to poetic structure i wanted to make music that

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my only fear's a wedding ring