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......



Chorus: (there is no chorus, the beat just plays on)



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.......