It goes one for the prophet Two for Islam, Three for the Khutba from the Imam Four for the Mother that birthed my frame Five for the Father 'cause it's heart began Been 'round the world suns all the same Sometime's when I'm asleep I still call your name Back when I was young I used to dream of fame Now they all point their fingers sayin' "who's to blame" Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns They say, boy, don't ever ???, control your emotions Take it like a man and make your stand They say sex and violence go hand in hand Every man blessed they gotta be tempted Span through the depths of space and time Stand, three eyes blind on the firin' line Word to my man Divine, come too far Singin' la allaha a lala (???) I was hopin' that the Lord got some mercy to spare It goes one for the rumor, two for the deed Three for the Angels, four for the Alamin Somewhere in between, totally obscene Perfectly clean, I've got a Babylon Feeling Wombs need healin', truth need revealin' Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin' Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door Kings and the Queens and the slaves and their whores For every lost cause where the martyr's are found That funky little sound that make you wanna get down Somebody told me once that love makes the world go 'round And kids they carry pistols out on the playground That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star Put your lights on, put down your crosses It's time to tally up your wins and your losses It goes one for Scott LaRock and two for Pac and B.I.G Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig [X3]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
