az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought
many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold
", he's almost two I guess what I'm tryin' to say is thank you For over ten years of the ghetto gospel You've paved the way for young black women to prosper
everybody, Da haterz, ma fans... (wow), It's been five years man, 3 albums, 30 million copies you gotta love it, Ah-real ah really never thought I
fairytales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of Hell Jail and crack cells ???? culture Or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul
- Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black
death, death death You could be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black
rewinds Didn't even make any strides Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin' Everybody's hatin' everybody over rated While everybody actin' agitated I thought
: When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse All your friends and
't search too hard for that Aztec gold Well, I owe Cortez, you'll lose your soul Turn an honest man into Diablo Yeah, don't trade your soul for no Aztec
little nigga yo They always say they might blow Nowaday we shinin bright yo Even the cool joints'll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though High roller
t move, don't pray, don't lose, don't sleep Light passin', light fashion, light pappers that pass part a gun Black hands up ?? Black guns up ?? Dyin'
Hit The Stiffs An' The Spikes Whipped The Quiffs They're All Looking 'Round For The Last Gang In Town Meanwhile Down In Black Town Those Old Soul Rebels
power I'm a shake you off though Get up on that horse and Ride into the sunset Look back with no remorse He's a black magic wielder some say a
eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease
: An Archangel in bondage Bediademed, souled With a murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast
fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage