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.......