Chorus
B
I know if I was to simply say to you
That if I got that spitfire
C
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by
B
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
C
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more, he done broke his last
Verse
B
From affliction to addiction, wound to infection
From a rookie to professional, secret to confession
C
Every level is progressional
Pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you
B
Slowly decomposing you, oppressing you, depressing you
Be stressing you out, testing what you about now
C
You grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now
Ain't no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing
B
Asking God, "Why? How? Why me? Why now?"
Trying to get your mind right
Trying to keep your grip tight on life
C
In spite of the chaos and the battle internally
Defining your existence and your position eternally
B
Our mission in this industry is assisting you
In shaking off them tendencies, exposing you to destiny
C
Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity
Diminishing strongholds of foes now
Chorus
Verse
B
I proceed to put the pieces together
Obvious is the beat that meets every endeavour, whenever
C
Head on, popping and bucking to say it wrong
Opportunity ducking, all of them stuck in their zone
B
Freedom of speech, empower the streets
Fuel these cowards to spin hours for peace
C
They're growing poison, thinking they're doing a moral service
Whoopy-doo, they black with money
I should be proud, but I'm nervous
B
Like a gun in the hand of a killer
It always amazes me when they burn the flames off of the scrilla
C
Black man, wake up, black man, feel me
Dr. King said we will overcome - will we?
B
Blood on the streets of Memphis for the cause
Moment of silence for death as we pause
C
Raise the terror alert, give me time to hear from error
And hurt the bearer of news in an era that's almost gone
Chorus
Interlude
B B C C
Ending
B
Let you crash, body hit the water, splash
All for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
C
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
B
Promise no more, he done broke his last