S.T.O.P. Stop taking our people. Opium, drugs run deeper. Than one man of the color called white. Italian hand, Russian plan, it’s up to us to stop this band. Powers, forces bigger than thought. Keep you off balance, for the footing you fought. Stop playing cards that you don’t get to deal. Dealing drugs like you don’t know what is real. Think about how it feels to loose a brother, sister or niece. Mother Father. Keep the peace. It’s up to each man boy and lady. Cause this program is running on shady. Outfits calling us mob crazy. They know we will do any thing for money. Sell out each other, kill even your brother. Kidnap your nephew or your brother’s wife. Just for that cash. Another elusive plight tonight. If you do not have stakes in breaking open the main bag. Shaking out drugs on the ground in pounds. Then you shouldn’t let yourself be used in putting this down. Stick to Our Plan. Is what STOP means. Let’s make one and lets all agree. Pledge that you won’t cross your brother. Sell out your future, for quick cash to recover. Judas did this, read about his fate. He hung in the desert the night that he made. Crossed his fellow friend and brother. Judas didn’t get to cross another. We know the story’s its written and widely known. Read the bible, follow what’s in stone. It tells us what not to do. Do not cross your brother. Do not kill another, how many do not follow the ten. Commandments written thru time for man.