See their hands in the air They lift up their prayers to the air The life that you live Time that you give to the air It don't seem fair Something is
What was the reason? Didn't need one Like instinct born into a trade Not by choice but for a purpose Push the rock move the stone Forever the hill your
Hednigga jump up on the mic he got his dick in hand Check the purpose, ya nervous, you can't quite understand About this g-punk You wanna know where
Somewhere, somehow, somewhen We'll see it happen again, my friend A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47 Only this time we'll be on the scene
squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p.i.g.c.o.w.a.r.d Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed) How to serve and protect everything