My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island

Mumia, Mutulu, Sendeko, Gerino Pratt,

All the political Prisoners

San Quiton



Yeah

One Thug, One Thug





How do we keep the music playing





One Thug, One Thug





I wake up early in the morning

My state so Military

Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a

Young Brother Buried

Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead

If daytime is for suckas then

Tonight we Bleed

Out for all that

Knowing that this world brings drawbacks

Look how this shit bumps

Once I deliver these war raps

Meet me at the cemetary

Dressed in Black

Tonight we

Follow the dead

And those who won't be back

So if I die

To the same for me

Shed no tears

An Outlaw, thug living in this game,

for years

Why worry,

Hope to god

Get me high

When I'm buried

Knowing deep inside me

Only if yah love

Come rush me to the gates of heaven

Let me picture for a while

How I live for my days, as a child

I wonder now

How do we outlast, always get cash

Stay strong if we all mash

Hold Your head





Chorus





How do we keep the music playing

How do we get ahead

To many young black brothers are dying

Living Fast, too fast





These felonies be like prophecies

Begging me to stop

Cuz These lawyers getting money

Everytime they knock us

Slashing pockets lyrically

Suckas fleed when they notice

Switched my name to Makaveli

Had the rap game closed

Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows

They froze

Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows

More money mean litigating

More Playa hating

Got a cell at the penn for me waiting-a