Lyrics:
REFRAIN: In no distant time
Little light will shine
Don't need to be shy
I've got this vibe that am heading somewhere
This is my life
I just need
anybody point to it?
I play by the point of the finger, the tone of the voice
"The one in the middle. The one in the middle"
That's black, you get no
[CHORUS]
(Since you were) always here
(I even) wrote the songs (and all the) time we shared
and if you can't say love (justice) will prevail
(and
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto
Don't throw stones in glass houses (Nah)
And don't throw rocks and black brilliance
I get tonnes of flak, I get millions
Um, that's only matched by
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And, it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go
aggravatin
Children of light hear my voice and start congregatin
The mind's debatin, is he a prophet or is he Satan?
But the tree is only known by it's
I been slippin for a minute
Had to step back catch my baring get back up girl why u trippin
U so ghetto you so hood you just trifling ain't no good
we voices like dem dreams get fulfil
Massa menimeni passa menimeni colda menimeni chill
Idle we nah sekkle we nah ova da hill
Wah de want come see
They're murdering we free humanity
But those we try to free from the lies the genocide they run and hide and abide by laws Designed to exterminate us
They
bombs from the palms, love is so strong
Can't be stopped too long
For the night it will come
Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar Ghetto cool
[Intro]
[Answering Machine]
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.
[Voice on phone]
JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here
ghetto living drive by's and killing
The preacha's paid and I'm broke so I can't feel him
I know the Lord is watching me but He gave us free will
I feel
the booth when mi a voice mi tunes ,
Due to the style Weh mi use dem need a Bible soon .
That’s a eulogy Too legit Neva confuse mi wid Foolishness mi say
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
the voice that spoke
They called me El Jefe
Niggas wanna go , we can go nigga I'm talking head up
Sick and tired of the bullshit and now I'm fed up
Some say the good night young but I'd
Say they should drop will happen like
But you to set up tons of all cut up the
False picture transmitted
the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab
empty
I tolerated the endless pain that was on my mind
I obeyed the voices yet my actions left me behind
My destiny was replaced by fate
My mentality was
and dreams
Mi si mi goal and guh fi it
Them nuh believe, but mi Neva Stop try
My god naah guh pass I by
Him is the tears wah mi cry at Night
Mi wi a grow now
to create this pretty walls that can't be broken
Sometimes I let the pain talk cos this rage from my voices will leave you swollen
Shout to the most high
and crumbles
There will be words spoken in condolence
While the people shall stand in victory reminiscing about those stolen moments
So throw down your arms
if I drip joy with me
Jah blessings on my back timing and grace be the key
Chikaodili kaodili once a hustler
Dedicated to the streets only child
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