CHORUS: [AZ]

Pieces of a black man (uh huh)

My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)

Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')

Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind

Pieces of a black man

My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it's like taboo (yeah)

Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')

Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind



AZ:

Yo when times get trifle

I'm subjected to street survival

See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles

Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me

Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolies

My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie

Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me (yeah)

I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels

A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh)

You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools

Solitude certifies all moves

So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah)

Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past (Yo)

It's poison plays in these foul days

Housin' cops & they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze

Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain

Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game'll never change



CHORUS: [AZ]

Pieces of a black man

My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)

Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Yeah)

Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind



AZ:

Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis

Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh)

It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed

My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh)

She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deciest

To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets

I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah)

& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat

Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed

Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started

The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce & tres

The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days

& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still

All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville

I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head

Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead



CHORUS: [AZ]

Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh)

My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo

Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (What)

Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind

Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin' C'mon)

My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo

Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin' nines

Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind



AZ:

I played all positions, plus learned from each mission

Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction

I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up

Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up

But time flyin', playin' these corners'll let it slide by

Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry

So play the game, other slow up change the lane

Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain

It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures

They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures

Interogatin', locatin', destination'

Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin'

It's on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin'

Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin'

So burn your clips

And sit back, learn your shit

The last of these real reps left turned legit



CHORUS: [AZ]

Pieces of a black man

My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land

it's like taboo (taboo)

Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (bustin')

Some servin' state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind

Pieces of a black man (black man)

My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel)

it's like taboo

Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines

(buck, buck, buck, buck)

Pieces of a black man

My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it's like taboo

(taboo baby)

Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines

Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind

Pieces of a black man