time is inspiration
history is admiration
and there is no relation
between u n this conversation
and after this connotation
from our entire nation
we are all in pain, where's our reparation?
and i can look u in the face n
tell we suffer during this altercation
lord i need preparation
for this resurrection
i pray for your protection
this whole world is perishin, not just a little section
n i pray to see perfection
through your eyes
n see nothing but blue skies
but these aren't streets of gold
these streets are worn and old
and these streets have seen pain untold
and only he can see this pain unfold
for the end is near
this is why i fear
and this what brings me tears
because all of these years
things haven't been what they appear
we are dying from the core
we are rotting from the soul
mothers become whores
and children's laughter runs cold
and i know this truth is bold
i know the truth hurts
but tell that to my boy with bulletholes
n blood on his shirt
the world has turned black
the block is slangin snow
my aunt is smokin crack
and my friend is snortin blow
all i gotta say is hold your head up high
it wont surprise me if they get shot n die
n only I will cry
I'll be the only one left
cuz all the others have been stolen like theft
from the earth that I know
to the hell below
and knowing this i go through life with such sorrow
history is admiration
and there is no relation
between u n this conversation
and after this connotation
from our entire nation
we are all in pain, where's our reparation?
and i can look u in the face n
tell we suffer during this altercation
lord i need preparation
for this resurrection
i pray for your protection
this whole world is perishin, not just a little section
n i pray to see perfection
through your eyes
n see nothing but blue skies
but these aren't streets of gold
these streets are worn and old
and these streets have seen pain untold
and only he can see this pain unfold
for the end is near
this is why i fear
and this what brings me tears
because all of these years
things haven't been what they appear
we are dying from the core
we are rotting from the soul
mothers become whores
and children's laughter runs cold
and i know this truth is bold
i know the truth hurts
but tell that to my boy with bulletholes
n blood on his shirt
the world has turned black
the block is slangin snow
my aunt is smokin crack
and my friend is snortin blow
all i gotta say is hold your head up high
it wont surprise me if they get shot n die
n only I will cry
I'll be the only one left
cuz all the others have been stolen like theft
from the earth that I know
to the hell below
and knowing this i go through life with such sorrow
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