This week’s underground hip-hop quotable track of the week is the title track from Hasan Salaam’s album “Children of God.” It was hard to pick just one quotable from this album, because Hasan lyrically spills his guts on basically every track. Children of God is a great example of this: No chorus, no hook – just 3-and-a-half minutes of conscious storytelling flow. Click below to listen to the track:

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And follow along with the lyrics after the break.

It begins with the big bang, first thought/
Electrical impulse the brain’s first spark/
Drumming of the heart/
Nine organs correlating to the nine planets to make the best part/
Mother Earth nurtured a life from dark/
Soiled for the seed and the nine months to start/
Born into a world of corruption and wickedness/
Childhood is just something to reminisce/
Innocence get lost quick in instances/
Seems like right and wrong makes no difference/
Ignorance keep us in the wilderness/
Children of God wishing we wasn’t brought into this/
Shorty lived beyond her years/
Smoked haze and drank beers like a future career/
For cheap thrills she popped E pills in her pussy/
So her lovers get high when they lick between her thighs/
No examples to go by when it comes to a father figure/
Calls for daddy when random men run up in her/
Lets ‘em come up in her/
‘Cause she figure a child would love her better than the moms that left her/
With an aunt and four cousins then bounced the other winter/
Sugar and spice, nah ain’t nothing nice/
She was born bitter/
Keeps blaming herself as the reason for her best friend’s killer/
And everyday his absence makes it more realer/
Her hopes are gone, dead and buried/
Made reservations early for them dirty Jersey cemeteries/
Black Wall Street ain’t standing/
So the commissary is now financial planning/
The crib is a cell with no room to stand in/
Story been the same from Watts to Camden/
No money, no jobs/
So brothers think poison will keep ‘em alive/
Selling genocide day to night/
‘Cause even with the seed of life some still seek the pipe/
One night left alone with her anger/
She tried her own abortion in the tub with a hanger/
Same fate father upstate with a banger/
Shanked by a kid who swore he keeping it gangster/
We dying off the mentality/
Casualties constantly woven through the tapestry/
The aves becoming a shooting gallery/
Everyday collective sanity slipping gradually/
The block move more like clockwork/
Best do your dirt quick before them cops search/
Living like a slave from the cradle to the grave/
The one thought, ‘I gotta get paid’/
Or is it that we living afraid?/
More comfortable in a cage than dealing with change/
No time to complain or forecast this rain/
Children of God been forged in the flame/
Survived all the hardships so we could stand before thee and hollow thy name/
Our labor pains been the same since the crescent was fertile/
Be birthed in the promise it was all full circle/
Shorty fell to her knees and pleaded with God for her fate’s reversal/
‘Cause now it’s no choice but to keep it/
Can’t afford the procedure and it ain’t no secret/
Has no idea what do teach it/
‘Cause it is after born where there’s a trash to leave it/
She homeless with no one to help her/
No majors in the hood, she gave birth in a shelter/
And as they laid her up on the stretcher/
She held the child and realized God never left her/
Yes, from all is one/
And since day one been adding on to the sum/
Three stages in life for each daughter and son/
With the power to leave their footprints across the six sextillion ton/
We all lined up to triple sevens/
Either build or destroy to make this world we living in hell or heaven/
The lesson’s been born and your light is the sign/
For in each one of us is the will of devine/
Just look to your light as the sign/
The Children of God offspring of devine/