Black man's chance of prison one in four Prejudice and racism wrapped in class war If Malcolm and Martin were alive today How many lives of grief and pain
They laughed at their gods And fought them in vain So he turned his back on them And left them in pain Now here come the saints With their banners held
Lost in the garden of stars "We used to sit up there for ages It was like we were giving birth to a new world A child of our spirits Wild with light, alive
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air What a rotting stench My imagination runs wild at what it could be Open up the can to discover
?) Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately If you relatin' let me hear ya say, yay-yaay, yay-yaay Y'all feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild
a dream Get over here and buy, you hoe Excuse me, little child, why the devious smile? Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the irony's wild Are
we get 'em Should have seen how we did' em Must a been the weed in 'em But as long as I'm alive I'm a show the world my struggle My pain, my hunger,
no mo', not even a condo As long as I know how to love, I'ma stay alive No need your game or style They can't tame me cause I'm wild, not ashamed of stayin
Who?) Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately If you relatin' let me hear ya say (Yay-yaay, yay-yaay) Ya'll feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time
we see this day come Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her That her younger child done her proud I know she heard about me runnin' wild
the gat, blow ya brains back Switchin' lanes an' drop vests Blow the top of the jet Cock your wet, you rocked to death Drive by's, pain in eyes, paintin
go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was
's a murder fool Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain
gone meet us by Wal-Greens We 'bout to go head on and break this bread Ya see what I'm saying? What you gone do? Bitch, you can picture the pain, I rip
my window (yeah) It done been seventeen years of pain But i'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window It done been seventeen years of pain
and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild