and listen to yourself The only person who can peel the prison walls away They all fall to dust And ya'll are saying we can call it trust And if we call it trust
get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell
no barriers. But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting
Yield E&D Fields Chew emcees like I'm eatin' a meal Normal life is not real; we are just cogs in a wheel We work, we hurt, we search, we feel The microphonist
I don't know how to act The reality settle with a punch and a smack When I know that you with him, you ain't calling me back It be that thing down there
a plan to stop everyman in cold blood Cop in a van, drowning in a rhyme blood Riding down the road, that's when we seen them coming, shit Nothing but ????? cause we
real long Cash last long enough for our grandkids to eat on We Outlawz, and if it's on then it's on Watch my back, I watch yours and we make it through
with this hair that's dread Sit back and face reality with these lyrics I hope they can uplift your spirits (we're living in the last days, we're living
much I don't know what to do I oughta go buy a car, a ...(?) BMW And when I'm awake, It's back again reality No fakin' I sit back and think about this
it to you If your nigga ain't faithful, then fuck him too I don't trust to many niggaz, just roll with a few East New York, flooded with Bloods I took
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality
s how we do it Mobilize the people, conscious *niggas* get to it [Chorus: Mos Def (of Black Star)] My people unite and let's all get down We got to have
was a little girl, I would sit and dream, Hopin' I would find, find that perfect man Now that i can see, true reality Tear drops from my eyes,
you had to see that it had to be a mass suicide at your gathering What a catastrophe Front page blame it on us Scapegoat for all the twiztid we trust
Lord ain't coming' back and you believe it Regardless if you listen to me In the end we'll see... I'm so happy we made it I knew one day we would All