If the meek shall inherit the earth
And not the weak
Let me inherit the street, fuck it
You know what I mean?
I mean I love life man,
you know what I mean
Life is beautiful,
it's just the shit in it that's fucked up
It's rough but it's fair
People gotta go out there and bust they,
bust they ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids,
man and I mean yo
He hates drivin' a bus but
he loves five kids
You feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist
Out here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here
plowin' the fields
To keep my John Hancock's
worth up in the now
Went from hangin' on blocks
to hangin' on charts
Positions is part of my mission
to hangin' on top
Gotta get your polly cracker
or with them crackers
And them scheisty ass niggas
if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more
efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands on with it all up in my cuticles
Some try to get off the farm
but fell into harm
Of getting in the game of those
street pharmaceuticals
But, I was raised in those blue
collar themes
Havin' white collar dreams cause
I see what it means
And though the meek shall inherit
the earth but don't forget
The poor are the ones who inherit the debt
You can bet I got better
things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked
by Tom and his boys
Came on my land,
seized my cattle, and catalog
As if it wouldn't leave me less than coy
But I'm far from bitter even
further from quittin'
Got a grind date to make,
no time for sittin'
And playin' Xbox,
stand up and exercise my rights
As of by seen of through master's eye
It's the grind date
Know what I'm sayin? I'm sick
of askin' though
I mean, the street philosophy is that
I'm gonna milk the cow and cook
the meat
At least I'm gonna have some
kind of food and drink
Because sometimes you
can't come back
Like momma said that if you need
5cents don't ask for 3
Ask for 10, that's what's up
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that
I was born with the boom bap,
respect the name
My hands on experience was hands
on my first contract
Taught me quick how to respect
the game
Introduced to the block,
got used to the block
But your neighbors be the ones
who throw shit on your lawn
It's like every single time we pop,
they got annoyed
But we got ahead, and we got along
And puttin' work on the calendars,
worse on them calendars
Worth of hump days that
broke the camel's back
The grind'll make today look gray
And paint a tainted picture of
tomorrows in enamel black
Meet the rhyme, street grind,
son whatever the beast
I'm a take it at the horns till
the pinky toe torn
And show you why we here this long
Cause when it comes to puttin' in work
Once again it's on
I'm just like everybody else man An
average nigga with above
average potential
You know what I mean? I'm not sayin'
that I'm a gentleman
I'm saying that I know how
to act like a gentleman
In order to get the things that I need
And if I gotta pull out my nickle
bag, I'm gonna do that
This ain't no accident man,
we stayin' here
You damn right I am proud of myself man
And I'm proud of my team man
I don't want you to get the wrong,
yo baby on the real?
I don't have sex with people that I do
business with neither
And that's the real
But I do do business with people
that I have sex with
So if there ain't no conflict,
let's get this grind on
'Cause I'm gonna fuck the
shit outta you, that's word
De La Soul 
