Bless the Child

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, uh, Pacino movies, cue the scenes, they told me the world is ours Admired mobsters 'til I learned they push crack in our projects God's body, too much to dissect Pray on you like these vulture women to NBA prospects Too young to die America eats its babies I'm just askin' can I borrow? You feed a man but Indian who killed you all Thanks for givin' us nothing Vision crystal clear Huey wicker chair Smell the stench of fear Hard to kill a king who's self-aware Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? Nigga please, you passed your loyalty around like project freaks I'm Selassie in the Maserati The ghost of Pac in the MGM lobby The world is ours, who gon' stop us, huh? [Bridge] Uh, on the road to riches and diamond rings I can hear these ghetto screams If you ain't livin' like me, you don' know what that mean I can hear these ghetto screams You hear that pop, it's the big payback, better get back Nigga we strapped, nigga You hear that pop, it's the big payback, better get back Nigga we strapped, nigga [Verse 2] Yeah, niggas fear my skin color, they wish I die in our rocks Still we give 'em all the game and they publicizin' the plot All these niggas killin' niggas, cops killin' niggas and we don't kill no cops I'm confused, you on my side or not? Fly ghetto star, with a ghetto broad Plus the nine carry body like a pallbearer, uh Momma told me never slide your two cent out the penny jar (Yeah) Marry to this money, for the love I bet it all Where I'm from we can't elope, these pigs'll tear your melon off Where I'm from you either fear a con or you Farrakhan (Damn) Trap jumpin' like a telethon And they numbers like arguin' with your girl, they never wrong Sing this song, uh These youngin's holdin' pistols like stage fright, they nervous But still flash it at your frame, 'cause shit ain't picture perfect, uh The devil's smirkin', don't know who to trust Quick to leave you in the vegetable state if they soup you up Drive-by, seduce a slut I like it real 'cause I'm a movie buff Prefer to horror out, who is gruesome as us? They prayed I never land mine, until I blew it up They ain't expect us to make it, we got the shooter's touch Since a youngin', dreamin' of cake, Beamers and estates Now my shit bumpin' like a teen in the face Had to learn you can't always adopt these niggas' issues Apparently they both plottin' to twist you My granny told me it's a cold world Tryin' to rob the reaper either develop a jump shot or find a product cheaper Know it's a stretch, but hope these words reach you My thoughts are needles in the arms of tweakers I can hear the ghetto screamin', nigga [Outro: Louis Farrakhan] We want justice under that flag or what the hell is the use of us paying allegiance to a flag under which we get no justice