Yo.. three-hundred and sixty-five days a year
  We preoccupy self to find life's true meaning
  We indulge irrelevant contradiction
  Contradiction which steps up growth
  Live life each day like it could be your last
  
  [Verse One]
  Yo.. I'm from a place where some mothers sell they babies for crack
  Where young cats buy gats, shoot and never look back
  Where the whites live with the whites, and the blacks live with the blacks
  But somehow we unite, through the culture of rap
  I'm from Brooklyn, word to the Dodgers, Russian massages
  Where thugs bust guns, and sons are raised without they fathers
  We do away with has-beens, rock the latest fashion
  The rule's never rat - what you want to know, or who's askin
  Just some habits of highly effective MC's
  Y'all is pussy rap, my speech made you weak in the knees
  But talk's cheap, I'm straight from the streets
  I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE
  I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks
  I roam with God-bodies and crooks
  But when I rest my head at night, I'm just happy that I made it
  Cause someone could take your life, be it my friends or my neighbors
  Whether, you police or a thug on the streets
  Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace
  Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold
  Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold
  
  [Chorus: *sung*]
  We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
  We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
  We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
  We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
  
  [Verse Two]
  It's either me or you in this world cause I be tryin to cope
  I'm lookin for answers, but still I'm comin up broke
  They supply the (?) tops, smack, the guns and the coke
  Who shot Lennon and Malcolm X, one in his throat
  I'm an old soul that hold but probably young as the Pope
  Reincarnated as a prophet through a symbol of hope
  I move through the projects, lights, rhythm and smoke
  Idiom quotes, somebody said religion's a joke
  Buried my man at 18, the cancer took him in months
  He died before he lived, but once gone I felt touched
  My old earth followed in '91, 6 months apart
  Project stress, blackouts, and walks in the park
  People change, cause when I look back I feel strange
  Goin through old flicks, our days numbered, turnin the page
  I can't go back, we learn to live with hate and respect
  A tale from the heart prevail through the pain and regret
  Whether, you police or a thug on the streets
  Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace
  Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold
  Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold
  
  [Chorus]
  
  {*singer ad libs to fade*}