“The hood is like a ghost town, haunted by souls who thought that time stood still.”
Time flies, don't it?
“The hood is like a ghost town, haunted by souls who thought that time stood still.”
“Lost souls”“The hood is like a ghost town, haunted by souls who thought that time stood still.”
“Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane
No Half Steppin' with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o.”
Incredibly foulI'm still watching for paint chips.... don't want no lead on our kids....but these gangstas put lead in our kids
“Ayo, we trapped in our own brain, fukked behind bars
We've already gone insane
We've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
Without fulfilling reality; too greedy and
Can't have one or two chains, we need three of them
Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em.”