Breathing for You

Lyrics

[Shabazz The Disciple] When I was young, I made an oath and it was solemn To scrape my way from being broke without hitting the Island Me and my mans we juggled coke we used to get from Harlem And jealous brothers on the block, they tried to give us problems And I started you, yanking jewels on the A-Train Til they blew out my man's brains, then I changed games Yeah, I remember that long ride through that dark tunnel All I could remember is Cucci's head laying in the puddle Keep hearing clicks from that empty barrel Feeling my soul leave my body, am I in the air, getting narrowed? See, up until that day my life was physical in my mental Keep thinking I'm returning as the spiritual It's like I'm traveling in a soul's journey after death I keep praising Allah that he sparred my breath Me and my mans, we had plans to get grands, drink champagne They was slanging the game and that's a damn shame Holding the TEC and the firebomb In '82's back-staircase, bubbling and quoting Islam Three in the morning, puffing L's and drinking the VincTop Scheming and thinking of a way to catch a Brinks truck Then all those times we sent you booking And watching niggas get their shit tooken Facing drug charges for not looking Cooking them grams of yayo, that didn't pay, yo The most my mans got out the game was (...) a halo Yo, when they murdered my main man, I was hurt I felt like going to their graves and bust some shots at the dirt Some young thugs with a vision to count a mill' 'cause mad brothers got their wigs peeled on Sugar Hill In '87 weighing grams and splitting the profits Now in '96, I read the Quran and study about the prophets It's like I'm living on the ground, my mind is haunted Keep hearing whispers in the dark 'cuz my soul is wanted Spiritual wounds never heal from a fast life I ask Christ to forgive me for me past life Spinning the wheel to get the fortune Some brothers ended up bankrupt, locked up or in a coffin Red Hook was live, most of my mans with bullet wounds at a young age I never shot no one, but I know I'mma have the bullet soon Mad times I was surrounded by death Brothers, they'd put up guns to my head... No bullets left Yo, I could still taste that steel from that double barrel When brothers stuck me under the building where my will got narrowed Slap to the forehead, with two pistols I saw red If it wasn't for Ra and Chuck, I would've ended up in the morgue dead I never got the chance to return Ra's blessing Now he's in the essence, my brother's eternally resting We used to envision ruling this industry So I kept the dream alive and signed a contract with Penalty Now I'm negociating deals over meals Plugged in the game of fortune and fame by Bobby Steels The Gambino like Nino rolling Cee-lo in a Hip-Hop casino Cooking albums hustling 'em like a kilo' I'm trying to sell nine hundred thousand Move my Old Earth out of public housing Be in the yatch showroom browing Before my journey after life, I'mma get even for you Your spirit lives inside my body and I'm breathing for you Outro: (Because I'm breathing for you baby) (Because I'm breathing for you baby, yeah, yeah) (Because I'm breathing for you baby) Before my journey after life, I'mma get even for you (Breathing, cuz I'm breathing for you) Your spirit lives inside my body and I'm breathing for you (Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha) I'm breathing for you, yes, I'm breathing for you (Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha) Before my journey after life, I'mma get even for you Your spirit lives inside my body and I'm breathing for you (Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha) '96, Lieutenant Supreme and counted