from a cross The hotter the heart, the harder, wrapped up Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father Wounded rebel in Jerusalem Getting picked on and whipped by the goons of the devil Black
're pretending to be We took the turn inpenetrable, and fine tuned it Cleared the path, laughed and walked past the wounded You shouldn't have assumed
production Intervene the scene and slow up the cream None of that black, east New York, gun talk Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk Memories of injuries wounds
tools, being fed ice cubes Pain in you head Change of the bed Doped up and soaking while police on top Doctors monitor your heart (heart beating) Sergeant
d rather blast it You hear the beats in jeeps over the weekend Silence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin' The only deacon is death when you left wounded
raven that I struck down dead That here'd lie on the ground-o? I see but my true love with a wound so red Where her lover's heart it did pound-o' Crazy
gift to man Well, I seen her on TV just a couple of nights ago She was a doin' a commercial Smilin' with some Ivory soap Well, I knew inside her heart was black
the strobe lights are dancing we've taken all the chances she question what we are and i'll drink to the answer cause my heart is out of service my eyes turn black
still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect) Black Wall Mafia
hear it then nigga then zip it De-zip it, make you want to reposition your pivot When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it And if they wont' hear
be televised, due to the rise of spirits Or my transparent perseverance, fuck a publishers clearance Gate keep's runnin' interference Yo, you can dissect it, the black
side 9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know That all of my murderers Heard of this gangsta crackin necks Runnin all night with a jet black 9
bodies than tears Brought to life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones flying Baby mama's crying at the funeral 'Cause the magnum lit him like a Black
Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California Where five black men were found dead at the water front From various gunshot wounds
the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard
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a, I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a, I got an angry inch I'm from the land where you still hear the cries I had to