[Killah Priest]
Yeah, take it back, in the days
You know, of reminising

Just, just chillin
Word
Late at night, ah shoot its damn near morning

Check it out

From shootouts at block parties, from God Bodies

That flooded the project lobbys, cold degrees
Smokin weed, talkin 'bout the black and latin seeds
Durags and universal flags

On the ave little ^!$$%s throwin up tags
They get defeated, almost bit the broken tree
I recall, ^!$$%s who was nice in basketball

Just as my nephew, he had a gift that was special
But instead at least seein him with a scholarship
I'm lookin at him in the funeral parlor and %#@!

Life is a (*##$, some go down, tryin to make it rich
Some say "$#&@ it", and start takin %#@!
Sometimes I wish, when bullets are sprayed, the fake ^!$$%s get hit

Cuz you know, we know
When you lose something that you really love, is hard to replace it
But we have to face it till the day we lay


[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
From ^!$$%s I've seen, places I've been

Have my share of fake friends, ran with evil men
Chillin with the snakes is a sin
But through it all, I kept it real within


[Killah Priest]
From the giggles of a murderer, or the hugs of a burglar

So many faces tryin to read us, I need an interpreters
In these dark dreams, where the car thieves lurk
around the park, Jeeps, NARCs creep

At night the sharks eat, streets is so cold
As if they hearts don't beat
From ^!$$%s with tanktops, yellin bank stop

At night they fight like gang cops
Wet eachother like rain drops
And keep sinnin till the game stop

Until there's no longer breathin
%#@! at last the soul is leavin
They goin nowhere fast

Tryin to escape this life is a difficult task

[Chorus x2]


[Killah Priest]
To the little ^!$$%s on the corner holdin their dicks

Rollin in clicks, had to get control in their strips
I ain't provin %#@!, bad $$#es cuttin classes
You need your $$# split, maybe that will save you from that casket

And I copped the blast quick, with young black males of black !@$(
See those ^!$$%s who trigger happy?
Maybe they will take the lives of mad ^!$$%s' daddy

I know it sound harsh, but I gotta kick it like this
And I don't give a $#&@ if you don't like it
Go to save the righteous

and your $$# walk around here lifeless
Trust me, I know it, you say I'm psychic
When the order hits its gonna be a crisis

And believe me, I ain't gonna be concerned who's the nicest
We made a crack sale, away the next fighters
When you look up and see that sky lit, you will know Christ lives

So until the next time, or if there is one
Check for the jewel, I left deep in your eardrum
Be aware, and stay awake, because we got to watch the snakes


[Chorus x2]


[Outro: Killah Priest]
Know I'm sayin? We gotta wake up mother$#&@ers
We gotta sit together

Word, you know?
For all my mother$#&@in, gigantic army
And just, you know, being together
The sky looks like Coney Black, ^!$$%
Be aware

Yeah, $#&@ that %#@!