[Chorus: Shyheim]

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy

Went through the rain and pain...



[Shyheim]

Me and the older gods -- would build for hours

Tradin' stories, about this fucked up life for ours

There was space between our ages, but through pain we related

And they helped me understand, clear picturers they painted

I'mma fall back, with a blank stare and listen, it's true

You can meet your best friend or enemy in prison

Zero two eight, three eight seven three was my den

I brushed my hair like Chicago, trynna get my waves to spin

Read more books than I ever did, from the Art of War and Seduction

To different shit on black heritage

I wrote mad people, who never responded

I was hurt, and disappointed, cuz I felt that we bonded

But you know, out of sight, out of mind, home boy, you know the saying

Shit was all about me, and even I couldn't change it

C.O.'s was hillbilly bastards, devil racist crackers

When I see tattoo's of a noose and a hangin' black kid

One said "Franklin, when you go home, come back with a friend"

The Willie Lynch letter, the slavery blueprint

It's still in effect, that's why at night when I sleep I sweat



[Chorus x2: Shyheim]

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy

Pardon the noise, I'm just a black ghetto boy

Went through the rain and pain, losin' sunshine and joy



[Shyheim]

Motivation, dedication, impatience would change my situation

I'm about facin', walkin' the other day, towards better days

A double L A H, I be what them letters say

Show and prove that through my ways and actions

Action and ways, used to be a mental slave

Til Supreme Mathematics, broke the chains

Now I'm free, no long confined, I'm doing time

But yeah, guess what, I'm makin' it, worth for me

Educational informations, the key to success

To reproduce is the only reason, I have sex

Wifey's a queen, I put the crown on her dome

My first priority's gettin' home, I put my deepest thoughts

Into a poem, and draw hearts around the paper

To show my appreciation to the art, player

But the stocks is up, 99, point 9 percent, for the haters

My boy homey told me, "Shy stay sucker free

And when you touchdown, holla at me"

That's real talk....



[Chorus x2]



[Shyheim]

Peace Dad, what up, it's aight in this jail, how is it in that jail?

Talk Mathematics cuz you know these crackers readin' our mail

Pops, I feel pain like you feel, you always be my hero

don't ever feel like you failed

Remember we bumped heads in Transit, back in July

Those shackles, couldn't touch, but we hug with our eyes

I realized, Dad, we had the same sneakers on, with the same size

Same green, same shirt, man that shit hurt

Mommy used to tell me that you was a dead beat

Cuz you chose the wrong people in the midtown street

Jocelyn, hustlin', three card molly

All you ever wanted to give me was Atari

Now we up north, eatin' rice, Jack mac and calamaris, daddy, I'm sorry

I miss you, I love you, it wasn't worth it

Pardon the noise, but nobody's perfect



[Chorus x4]



[Outro: Shyheim]

Been to hell and back, man, like 3 or 4 times

Man I was up north man, my moms up north

My pops up north, man, this my life, man

Hip hop's my life, so when y'all miss jewels in this shit, man

I take it personal... so don't be suprised man

If I start snatchin' y'all drugs, snatchin' y'all mics at the shows

Cuz I take it as you're mimickin' my life, like y'all mockin' this shit, man

Like y'all makin' fun of me, man.... Man, listen, my niggaz

Man, let's get money, let's stay g'd up, man, let's go, to the top, man

Bottom Up, straight like that, but that's my shit, you heard?