Industry

(Intro)
 Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music
 Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today
 Preacher's son, yeah
 (Verse 1)
 Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot
 And they both still were rulers of hip hop
 And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college
 And Big L never got found in the alley
 Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
 Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
 Benzino shook hands with Eminem
 And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim
 And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up
 I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up
 And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray
 Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!)
 (Chorus)
 Shots go off, mother's cry
 Death since rise, homicide
 Black on black crime needs to stop
 Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
 Cause what we say is what we see
 What we see is reality
 The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
 Soon they won't live to see tomorrow
 (Verse 2)
 Imagine if Big Pun was still alive
 I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad
 Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child
 And TLC never lost they Left Eye
 Imagine Refugees never needin a passport
 And John Forte never at Newark Airport
 Million Man March, man, that was a start
 Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park
 When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this
 Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)
 (Chorus)
 Shots go off, mother's cry
 Death since rise, homicide
 Black on black crime needs to stop
 Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
 Cause what we say is what we see
 What we see is reality
 The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
 Soon they won't live to see tomorrow
 (Verse 3)
 In the club never though Shyne shot the gun
 But in the limosine JLO had to run
 Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror
 That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana
 Back and forth and forth and back
 Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her
 The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox
 Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top
 Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah
 While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die
 (Chorus)
 Shots go off, mother's cry
 Death since rise, homicide
 Black on black crime needs to stop
 Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
 Cause what we say is what we see
 What we see is reality
 The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
 Soon they won't live to see tomorrow
 (Outro)
 Yeah, peace be with y'all