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Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80s had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
Thats when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560s, chemical afros
Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Rikers Island bustin, still packed, whats the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And Im, still enjoyin lifes ride; one mo time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Rikers Island bustin, still packed, whats the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And Im, still enjoyin lifes ride; right?
Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
Theres still a lot of nigger callin in the coorporate offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
They wont be servin the beast too long
The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llamas children
with fo-fos, and double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
Its like a cycle
Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
Thats when we were lied to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin
til awareness started penetratin
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquor
just to prove we some creative niggaz
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without struggle and hard work
War is necessary to my niggaz in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, Im wantin yall to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah its wrong, but God loves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God Son on my stomach
My heart and my lungs was affected from Hennys and gettin blunted
Do your body right and it loves you back
You only get one life, and yo because of that
Im still blazin, goin out for the cause
Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no laws
And its like that
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