easy to see I know, you've You've seen a better sight You say, you really wanna help You better open your eyes, hey We see the morning face In the
grace and then smack her face You can't speak of hope and then crack a joke You can say you're there but time knows how much you've grown Put a face
em out the box Chi, knock em out Chi Knock em out the box Chi, knock em out Chi Knock em out the box, knock em out yo Let em live son Cowards live...
tight (The music?s tight) Departin? out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night The Gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight Limpin' past the market
And they work all month and don't make no money A fight for power, a nuclear shower And people shout out in the darkest hour Of sights unseen and voices
bombers Check out the pictures we painted, yeah More colorful than Kelis naked Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in 'The Basement' Face
schooling me Watching these haters operating with impunity This journey dollar signs, black and white collar crimes Running out of time, out of sight, out
my face They say they want you successful But then they make it stressful You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo Now, who is the cat riding out
[killah priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
getting better but still I just don't understand a lot I'm growing up and up up out out damn this spot's Similar to a ball I saw in a mall it expands
to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a mouthful Indo out
so naive to Arrangements changes different time signatures The freedom of your imagination That must have been a fixation with blocks Like tryin' to make a wheel out
't the same for gangsters Times is changing, young niggas is aging Becoming old Gs in the game and changing To make way for these new names and faces
another comin out the grave zombies beggin for change!!! im fuckin swingin at 'em knock they chin off they face but they still coming at me hands out
better sight Is that any reason to scream and run in fright No, so, now how ya gonna act? So what if I got another arm growing out of my back I guess
out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking swinging at em. knock their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, hands out,
your child And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight But cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight" In the middle of the night