what good does it profit a man?

[souljah061]

What good does if profit a man if he gained the whole world but suffered the loss of his soul – Wise words have been told to the young and the old, its outta control the way material wealth and gold, carry more weight than a mans soul. Its Outta control how brothers get pulled in like gold diggers chasing for 44 karats in a minefield that’s full of coal. Its shady business trading in souls that the devil stole, somebody got to do it, it’s their role. Money making’s turned these lives cold- its more than a diversion; its past occupation, it’s a full time religion. I just fought conversion from its congregation. Had to quit after they told me, church is five times a week, nine to five - for those who don’t wanna live like they in a beehive, they chase riches hustler style. Anything to get by, “u know that kat gats to stay fly”. Even if it means he sling crack in the back of church. They hear the heavenly call of new twenty fours, guaranteed to have fly honeys on all fours – for night escapades in the back of tinted black Cadillac Escalades, living the fantasy that tight money made - that shit will have us talking for days. Kids: don’t listen to what McGruff says; Crime pays - now they fiending to make more in shadier ways.”
“Don’t ask how he gat two tens sitting in the back of d big body Benz, just business; he’s just trying to meet endz.” When you buy your friends, your status depends on the money u spend – he don’t know all roads eventually dead end.

me...I aint perfect but I try to keep ma head on straight, I’m trying to walk the path - da straight narrow and lean, but my world aint what it seems, I’m getting side tracked by C.R.E.A.M, and females that seem to be only attracted to gold, diamond rings and phat rims- thugged out kat with material things make her head spin. But what good does it profit ME if a chase paper and my soul is lost soon after. On the final day when judgment comes, and I stand at the feet of the mighty one, when the price of my ice is as insignificant as the asking price of rice, and ma car and ma girl seem so far, when I ‘m done with all the money I’mma spend, what happens in the end when ma only possession I gats to show is ma open soul - every truth and lie I ever told, what good is IT to me then?


- inspired by a close friend…
know yourself, dawg