fuck with $hort, baby I?m from the O A K L A N D, I slap you in the face with reality These punk-ass hoes out here are sick Have ya walkin' round with
in the snap As I sat up in the cut just for waiting my chance To solicit Sauncerea for a private dance Yo, I could still remember seeing days in the
where women sell narni I live amongst vermin I'm stuck But I couldn't give a, fuck as long as I'm earning Long been accustomed to the ways of the manor The filth are
to notice They turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us You ask about us, you talk trash about us Walk fast around us but my block fast allowed
shoes You can't trade your fate, I hate to break the news The young won't respect the fences these days You a marked man if you get caught up in these
These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowin' ain't nobody got my back These days, you gotta be down Who said it was easy claimin' Dogg Pound
and watch her belly flop (I don't know why this) As the world turns (World keeps turning round and round) These are the days of our lives These are
I knew with the rise drove by Only nice in the days looking down the road Seeing beautiful girls with the car load Yeah, yeah, yeah they are screaming
the circle of life yo Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman Her arms are long
collision course with these walls - bam! They don't move, don't brake, don't lose, don't sleep Light passin', light fashion, life happens that fast, party
my best, the only thing I earn is stress So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast Dreaming and
, finger in the sky Doing about 100 in the fast lane Windows wide open Doing about 100 in the fast lane Windows wide open Screaming I'll fuck the world It came different, these
When I relax with thoughts, then my brain Hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic, rhymes are tragic
[killah priest] Yeah, take it back, in the days You know, of reminising Just, just chillin Word Late at night, ah shoot it's damn near morning Check it
headaches but that doesn't happen any more I see that, it's you, the guys are getting all the headaches These days and it's not happening Wait a minute, what are
in spaces where time is just a glare Hold the mic like a memory Niggas say I'm nice wit metaphors but these are similes Street ministry, my poetry's a
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz at? My Bronx niggaz, my fast niggaz I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ah aha! It's time to take it to these
What y'all want? Unconditional Love No doubt Talking 'bout the stuff that don't wear off It don't fade, it'll last for all these crazy days These crazy
