right, (Yeah) I say goodnight to my son, Give my baby moms a little cake, And my moms a little something before i go on the run, Before pussy niggas try their
Kaiser steel slag pit And I worked there for a while back when I was a kid But I got tired of all their shit But that was years ago, man Before they
well. They're the ones who suffer and catch all the hell. But they don't have so very long before the judgment day. So won't you make them happy before
a girl look so fly like me Now, I ain't neva had a girl that was so fly Other guys come around, you acting so shy You got 'em shaking in their boots,
opened our eyes Live your life the world will wonder why Why, why, someone try and tell me why We would want it any other way, yeah yeah A heart could change before
chicka, here you go, please come another day I waited a lot of winter days and summer nights to rock the mic City locked down, right before me and the other
, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows. Other
for as long as you could bear I guess everything just circles around to where it was before So I hope I see you soon in some other form
so long to figure out What this book has been about Now I write when I'm away Letters that you'll never read You said go explore those other women The geography of their
you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote streets like cold Chicago aint nothing new I've seen it all before
You ready to kick some ass? Turn up the music... I was at a jam the other night, I was feelin' real good so the feelin' was right I came to the party
in your eyes we are all the same Brothers to each other In this world we remain truly brothers all the same Give us wisdom to pass to each other Give
Kept my uniform pressed and clean At night I chased their shadows Through the arroyos and ravines Drug runners farmers with their families Young women with little children by their
time together? It must've been hard to tell me That you've given all you had to give I can understand you're feeling that way Everybody's got their
out of ten are black on black crimes Four out of nine were killed before their prime The other five wanted vengeance So now five out of five are doin
to flee Gray heavens, good grief Hungry bellies, bright gold on they teeth The windows on the Ave look like sad eyes They fix their sharp gaze on you
snakes, that was dirty as rodents Therefore to a starving one, the call for hunger is potent Some kids at a young age, their skull is fractured Their
durags Other cats got they red out, cars sped out) [chorus 2: killah priest *singing*] I am king of bethlehem We sit upon the throne Thousands die before