Black hoods, cops and projects Sewers flooded wit foul blockage The gutters wild and every child watches Chains and top locks get ripped off hindges, doors kicked off Drunks stagger off, smeared off, wipe your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare, vision blurry Cause burried deep in their mind are hidden stories Bet he's a mirror image of the 70's error he's finished for the rest of his life til he fades out the liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out Mental slave house where gats go off I show off, niggas up north Prisonology talks till they time cut off You used to chill you short, prepare deep thought They hit the streets again, get it on Get this paper and breed again Planet leave somethin behind, so your name will live on No matter what the game lives on......
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Uh, yo, if this pianos The cake and my words to the candles Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you And patience one try, puttin those angles as bamboo They lit it up, (nas inhales 2 times) hit it up, (nas inhales once) now they dismantle Think the whole world is crazy, got a nine Watch where you walk, two dollar fine Sign of the times, hearin New York high satin United Nations quietly takin toll on your soul take it or leave it, just my evaluation Stack newly guns, teach the girls karate school your sons Not to hate, but to stay awake Cause the scars a razor make is nothin in comparison To the gas left on his whole mask, if we dont get it controlled fast Might as well be, laughing with Malcom X's assassin As we die slow, parishin brain dead from an Ericson Words of the medicine, two teaspoons for goons A couple of it for those thuggin it Yall sing the tune.......
Chorus
Another day another dollar my mother will holler She said go and see the world for myself, in my brothers Impala Pops was smooth from his top to his shoes He sang the blues, guitar strings he played Smokin in School Two pellican hats, picture this yo, 70's cat He rolled his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework At night the windows and speakers, pumpin life out A fight people screamin, cause somebody pulled a knife out So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune Every night the same melody Hell soundin so heavenly..........Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
