(feat. Madam D)



[Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Madam D)]

Yo, I speak the truth (Preach it Prodigal!)

Let it be known

there's no seekers in the game

No seekers in life



[Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs*]

You can't see all the shit we go through

Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes



[Prodigal Sunn]

A pure example of an unjust world glamorous is, stupid men 

Women simple minds, foolish at times

but in the hood, we strive to stay alive

nickle and dime, read through the riddles and signs

Avoid crime, the best way I can

It's hard being a black man

See every hand is against my head, you understand

I speak from my hungry mouth, gun in my crouch

Bloody tears, so many faces died through the years

Question myself "Where do I go from here?"

Do I take it all, escape from hell, disappear?

It be the glare of a living legend, I got a son, seven

Brother Jamal seven, I plan to give him heaven

I died for his blessings, God, I learned my lesson

Made the devil burn in my prescence

I made my daughter speak ebony essence

From the tree of life, aiyo, we free tonight

I hope y'all people see the light



[Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs* ]

You can't see all the shit we go through

Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes

Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues

We did it live from the House of Blues

Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues blues blues

Yo, I got nothing to lose



[Prodigal Sunn]

Political, critical times, unforgettable minds

Through the cold nights and rainy dayz, the sun still shines

Memories of my deceased fam, rest in peace

But a release from green, flash, remedy for stress relief

Fresh like a thief in the jungle

eat amongst the humble, keep the numbers all in them bundles

I gotta, gotta secure my family

School my son, my nephew, the man he claim to be

Modern-day segregation, in these streets we roam

Heart-breakin', to see my brother die by the face of the chrome

My ace be leasin' up-state, doin' seven bones

Heard my cousin Kasheen, we soon be home

Put 'em on, let 'em know we got no time for wrong

Dedicate this song to young, gifted and strong, song



[Hook]



[Prodigal Sunn]

This attraction be the black of the slums, the cracks and the guns

Fiends, snitches and bitches roll ones under the sun

On the avenue, scarred, bullets seek through cars

RZA bars help me vision Allah

Speak verb to any peeps in these streets we breathe

All I wanna do is eat and achieve

Teach my seed, to stay away from envy and greed

'Cuz these devils in the mist wanna see a nigga bleed

You know the hood is trife, only few taste a good life

Stand to my rights, stuck through mad days and Winter nights

I promise, to never play with mics

Say what you like, when I spray pipes

Scatter your composition of rice twice, sharp with the dice

Study the Art of War, take my advice or lose ya life, life, life, life



[Hook]