Shallow days

I just keep moving on... (moving on...) I just keep moving on... (moving on...) Time and time, a brother asks why The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch I said "Simply because I don't live that way Still kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough" "But that won't sell, cause you gotta keep it real so that we can feel where you're coming from Because these streets is ill so if you ain't killing niggas in rhymes your whole sound's just bubble gum" I said "I won't contribute to genocide; I'd rather try to cultivate the inner side and try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mind The devil and his army never been a friend of mine" "But niggas don't wanna hear that shit" said the brother Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out "murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential (walks ?) Of our kids' heads Shallow days, you never wanna Let a brother be a brother Fully inner to the outer Caught up in all them hollow nights Can't escape cause everywhere that I look People front, and it just ain't right