Lyrics

[Intro: Killah Priest] This goes out to all the brothers that lost somebody And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down Sisters too [Chorus: Shanghai the Messenger] We'll be moanin' for my peeps, who've got shot down in the street We'll be moanin' for my brothers who've got locked down in jail We'll moanin' for my sisters who be constantly abused Moanin' for the children who the system have failed Moanin' for my peoples who have died and gone We trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on [Verse 1: Killa Sin] Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger Murderous, floating in the midst of perfect strangers Killarm Saddam, I build with Golden Arms Prophesize about the plat bomb, we drop bodily harm The shot graze ya, who snitched the cops neighbors Thick crack rocks invade your block major Spots been taking his time for move making Mood thugs breaking, they leave your staff faking Cream is the theme of this wicked world we breathing Scheming whilst dreaming I fantasize a squeezing Zoning, thinkin' about case I grab the chrome and Blaze off one in your dome, your left moanin' [Verse 2: Killah Priest] I take a walk through the park at night, living the black life And while I'm stepping over crack pipes Everybody wants to get high But nobody really wants to die They only have fun for a season But for what reason, plus who do you believe in? They drink forties with their shorties, telling war stories Some rebel and some give 'em glory And fame is like a game in the streets (What's up, G) The players kicking game to the freaks Crack buildings packed with black children Entrepreneurs producing stacks by the millions The young kids, they want rings and things The buildings is flooded up with fiends But I stand strong like a black pope Gazing through the crack smoke Repent from your pagan ways I know your mind strays, but just listen to the phrase... [Chorus: Shanghai the Messenger] I'm moanin' for my peoples sleeping out in the cold Moanin' for the youths who try to make it on their own Moanin' for my peoples starving all over the world Moanin' for my people who lost they life fighting war Moanin' for my peoples who have die and gone We're trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on.. But they'll be moanin', weeping, and crying out for pain Lord tonight I pray to you, oh when will it end.. they'll be moanin' (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) [Verse 3: Killah Priest] The great massacre, we fled to Africa In 70 AD Babylon to Timbuktu, page 83 And all the lies about Africanus and Nostradamus, promise Atomic bombs, Saddam Hussein Who's names not written in the book of life? This be the exodus out of flesh and lust Common minded, abominable and the blinded Blasphemers, adulterers and drug schemers [Outro: Shanghai the Messenger] They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin' (they'll be moanin' and weeping and crying out for more) They'll be moanin' (long to not afraid to you oh when will it end..) They'll be moanin' (they'll be moanin') (the whole damn world) They'll be moanin'