Tha God Fahim
Don’t Count Ya Chickens Before They Hatch
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You never know what could happen, it can all change in seconds
From cause to reaction, it can raise a lot of questions
And suggestions
The evil still brandishing their weapons
They tell me otherwise or until I stand corrected
It's corruption, so we obtain wealth for the function
And study lessons, a rhyme master on percussion
I count my blessings
Be productive in discussion
'Cause life is precious
It's either all or it's nothing

Don't count your chickens before they start to hatch
You could be anticipating and they may never crack
It can come forth to haunt you and stab you in the back
The margin of error's small, so I rely on the facts

It's well known I get down for my crown
Hard to make plans when the 1st come around
Bills keep a hold of your pockets
And hold up your profits, stay composed
They don't know your synopsis
What's lost becomes found
The mission still continues
I used to scrape change for products on dollar menus
Now I'm talking to promoters, askin' 'bout the venue
Gettin' recognition and prestige from how the pen move
Smooth with the operations, ain't havin' complications
I hear 'em talking, but it's glued to the occupation
Comes with the territory
Demons be predatory
Catch me slippin' if they can, better be prepared for me
I do it for the ones that always cared for me
When I was rock-bottom, who was really there for me?
I see the trick knowledge clearly now
I shine the light of truth, gave 'em proof, do you hear me now?
They say speak it, believe it, receive it, I need it, uh
We build pyramids like it's ancient Egypt
From the bottom to the top
The struggle never stops
Cream of the planet, understand and watch for dirty cops
We in this melting pot, similar to Babylon
There's war takin' place outside, tell me what path you on
I take notes on the mic, with the Avalon
Ten toes down, the foundation that I'm standin' on
Don't count your chickens before they start to hatch
You could be anticipating and they may never crack
It can come forth to haunt you and stab you in the back
The margin of error's small, so I rely on the facts
Don't count your chickens before they start to hatch
You could be anticipating and they may never crack
It can come forth to haunt you and stab you in the back
The margin of error's small, so I rely on the facts