[This song is an instrumental.]
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
Here I go, restless heart Another lovely misadventure in the dark All my friends who knew me when Tell me not to wander down that road again What they
a heart full of bravery Do it for my peoples that went through slavery I'm black, so you know I'm young good in sports Ninety percent chance, I get hung in the court
Why ya frontin' on me, Is that necessary? You know you've become a star Because you're the biggest target out there Right? When everyone's on the court
hundred and fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed You really don't know me and thats the fun part See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart
up and get your money right back Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid The newspaper shit Known for crackin niggaz jaws And I don't go to court, I
makin' 'em mad Couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad He took me right there where the killas be Across the court from Mileton between
of Jesus, Decepti-concept Martin Luther King had a dream Gun shots create a smokescreen We throw on concrete, I wear a bandana like the Panthers Back to court
you to the curb there's more to my attitude than the city of Johanesburg styles are mean but this year they're even meaner carrying chips on my shoulder so call me Sarafina gaurantee ?? martin
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us It's cream on my land, original man My team break border and court
full of bravery Do it for my peoples that went through slavery (I'm Black!!!) So you know Im young good in sports Ninety percent chance I get hung in the court
in my right palm Niggas try and trap me and cage me like my san Oh shit, this mic on? Speakin' my thoughts, nigga You catch a hundred if you speakin' in court
Court casin', third felony facin' No probation, my heart racin' like a blunt lacin' Hennessey and malt liquor chasin' My gem star scarrin' niggaz faces
for dolo blazed the crews And the streets say"Jigga can't go back home" You know when I heard that when I was back home I'm comfortable dog Brooklyn to Rome On any Martin
blew the purple in her hair Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner And still got honey thinkin' that I wanna automatic start on the Aston Martin Can'
yaself down a minute and kiss em now you in child support court tryin to claim that you miss em.... oh really why they take Tupac and Biggie ya dig, Martin
to some new things & Upgrade you I can (up), Can I (up), let me Upgrade you (partner let me upgrade you) [verse 2:] I can do for you what Martin did