Uh, yeah, uh
Blessings in life to the children, they say life is like five days
Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheelchair
His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me
Said evil - and jealous men would try to destroy me
It occurred to me, this old - words couldn't be realer
I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have to - ya
'Cause animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water
Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order
Shit is plastic material, havin' no life
I crash whips and leave it no matter the price
As long as I survive, coppin' the five
Circle the block where the beef's at
And park in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we life stealers
Tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell
Dead is dead -
And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin' to earth
Watchin' your own murder reoccur
For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal
For every child that's born, and every - gone
And for every brother breathin'
Live to see another mornin'
For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal
For every child that's born, and every - gone
And for every brother breathin'
Live to see another mornin'
It's Blitz - the streets glory, many die for me
Got knocked refused three to nine's, went to trial for me
Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories
Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt
Extended clip - hoods barricaded for six blocks
I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks
All you paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain
Fallin' deep into the pits of the game
This is for the sickest state of mind
In these fatal times, vesh crimes
Nickel play the - and - for the dime
Hear the sounds of them babies cry
Still I'm sayin' why do we reside
In the ghetto with a million ways to die
Stayin' high to relieve the pain
Breathin' in the game, exhalin'
Guilts and the shame, misery and strain
What the f- will tomorrow bring
Look at anthrax, I stand back through
Hopin' I make it tomorrow
My skin is a art gallery, right, with paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper, it started losin' the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
F- did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got - when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
Black princess, it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely, hold me, it's gettin' darker
For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal
For every child that's born, and every - gone
And for every brother breathin'
Live to see another mornin'
For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal
For every child that's born, and every - gone
And for every brother breathin'
Live to see another mornin'