Black hoods, cops and projects
  Sewers flooded wit foul blockage
  The gutters wild and every child watches
  Chains and top locks get ripped off hindges, doors kicked off
  Drunks stagger off, smeared off, wipe your beard off
  Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare, vision blurry
  Cause burried deep in their mind are hidden stories
  Bet he's a mirror image of the 70's error
  he's finished for the rest of his life til he fades out
  the liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out
  So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out
  Mental slave house where gats go off
  I show off, niggas up north
  Prisonology talks till they time cut off
  You used to chill you short, prepare deep thought
  They hit the streets again, get it on
  Get this paper and breed again
  Planet leave somethin behind, so your name will live on
  No matter what the game lives on......
  
  Chorus: (there is no chorus, the beat just plays on)
  
  Uh, yo, if this pianos
  The cake and my words to the candles
  Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you
  And patience one try, puttin those angles as bamboo
  They lit it up, (nas inhales 2 times)
  hit it up, (nas inhales once) now they dismantle
  Think the whole world is crazy, got a nine
  Watch where you walk, two dollar fine
  Sign of the times, hearin New York high satin
  United Nations quietly takin toll on your soul
  take it or leave it, just my evaluation
  Stack newly guns, teach the girls karate school your sons
  Not to hate, but to stay awake
  Cause the scars a razor make is nothin in comparison
  To the gas left on his whole mask, if we dont get it controlled fast
  Might as well be, laughing with Malcom X's assassin
  As we die slow, parishin brain dead from an Ericson
  Words of the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
  A couple of it for those thuggin it
  Yall sing the tune.......
  
  Chorus
  
  Another day another dollar my mother will holler
  She said go and see the world for myself, in my brothers Impala
  Pops was smooth from his top to his shoes
  He sang the blues, guitar strings he played Smokin in School
  Two pellican hats, picture this yo, 70's cat
  He rolled his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework
  At night the windows and speakers, pumpin life out
  A fight people screamin, cause somebody pulled a knife out
  So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune
  Every night the same melody
  Hell soundin so heavenly...........