Through the Looking Glass

Lyrics

[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh, looking inside my book Uh, one time, uh 4th Disciple Uh KP, dimes, uh, in the looking glass Live for everything, when I open up my book None for nutting knaw'mean? Seeing the looking glass [Verse 1: Killah Priest] Life and death is like a carnival in cemeteries Ain't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried The chronicles from Muhammad schools to God's name vary Black people are the promised Jew's cause we lost already My cross is heavy, I carry it - this is my burden Look in the sky! See chariots, while the Earth is just burning The worst is determined by the birth of a person, I'm also hurting Soul searching, I go to the sermons of elder Gerry Burns Life as a failure, my worries return I know cats who could of went pro Wasn't born with a silver spoon to his mouth But put a silver spoon to his nose He was nice at football but every time the hood call he would go The projects is like the insane asylum, full of gangs and violence Pain and problems, heavy rain I hear violins At funerals, it's the usual - explain this knowledge [Chorus] Like a flash! I can see it in my pad It's like looking through a looking glass I see my reflection, a replica of a broken man turned king I tried to grab him but he wrote so fast It's like a flash! I can see it in my pad It's like looking through a looking glass I see my reflection, a replica of a broken man turned king I tried to grab him but he wrote so fast [Verse 2: Killah Priest] The pastor preaches, wives and widows open their purses Throwing dollars hoping one day they meet Jehovah in person (The Lord) Miracles; a man who can't walk leaps out of his chair Saw the same man a week before walk up his stairs An old lady who can't hear, she just stares Showing no facial expression, she's a victim of racial oppression Her grandkids she pray, angels protect 'em A knock at the door - it's agents and detectives! "Your kid's been hit by a stray" (Oh Lord!) Another dollar got to find a better way, another day Another lesson, life stressing Dice games, liquor stores and pool halls Money on the table, spot that cue ball (Rack 'em up), winner takes all The old man who own the joint, we call him Lou [?] There's a few broads, there's some new broads Acting all wild, tryna show off [Chorus] Like a flash! I can see it in my pad It's like looking through a looking glass I see my reflection, a replica of a broken man turned king I tried to grab him but he wrote so fast Like a flash! I can see it in my pad It's like looking through a looking glass I see my reflection, a replica of a broken man turned king I tried to grab him but he wrote so fast [Verse 3: Killah Priest] My mother high off the heroin Lost dreams. ghetto stressful Her baby tight in her arms Crack pipe in her palms This is our target for the projects, fight for respect [Chorus] Like a flash! I can see it in my pad It's like looking through a looking glass I see my reflection, a replica of a broken man turned king I tried to grab him but he wrote so fast Like a flash! I can see it in my pad It's like looking through a looking glass I see my reflection, a replica of a broken man turned king I tried to grab him but he wrote so fast [Outro: Killah Priest] Uh-huh, world wide G-Sciples Yo Rest in Peace To Allah Sun on the hook baby He was never buried he was only planted 'Cause we're gonna grow from this