But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black
And keepin on ?
Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference
Nothing breaks the fall
What can I say?
This how it goes on, keep goin on
This how it goes on, this how it goes on
'Cause everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witcha
It's like I'm dying
I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still
We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh
That won't make it
I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still
What's going on? Ha
This how it goes on, and you say you say
I'm out there flying
Flying
Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha
We black and proud, we brave and strong
The beneath, this life, this life
Mother, mother
A brand new excuse does me no use
It keep going on, this how it goes on
All I see is thugger hood
Hustlers, this life, this life
The heavens, this life
Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite
The whole thing was a setup, a scam
The floor, this life, this life
It's like I'm dying
Ghetto people look alive, get free
Ain't no game at all
A brand new excuse does me no use
Gamblers, this life, this life
This how it goes on
Niggaz he worked with wet him and ran, and thas
There ain't nothin to be afraid of
Sounds of the sufferers pray
Ha! How it goes
So strong
Where could I start?
If Marvin was alive now, wow
Lovers, this life, this life
What would I say to him?
Brother, Brother
When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat
And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night
The high, this life
I can't take it
Lookin for the shorty good stroke from the hood
Flying
Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real
Ghetto people in the world today, get up
So strong
Would he feel like today had a place for him?
And it's so strong, soo strong
Come on, this how it goes on
But son, I don't see no brother hood
She at home with the kids, this is no way to live
Head in her hands
All, all, everywhere, everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, home
Killers, this life, this life
She at home with the kids, this is no way to live
That's how they touch the hood
Ha! Look alive, breathe, wooh
This how it goes on, and you say you say
Full the beautiful the stars the distance the close the stars
Flying
Her first born son dead in her hands
Get rich and fuck the hood
This how it goes on
Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there
When he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin?
This how it goes on
Because I'm brighter, black
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat
Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real
Understand this is real life
How could I explain to him?
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat
I come home high and she start to cry
They knew it was set up and planned
What can I say?
Now breathe
That won't make it
Niggaz, Crackers, Children, Mothers, Fathers, Lovers, Neighbors, Hungry
Black Dante and it's so strong
This game is fantastic, desire
And it's so strong, so strong
I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling down
All they want is some good smoke from the hood
So strong
Thieves, this life, this life
Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there
I know the minor world would probably look strange to him
Do things my way
Or did he hope that we would realize
Shout in the hood, we get the picture
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat
Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play
The moon and stars, the great beyond
Flying
Get involved, remain to breathe, Ha! Wooh
That we the first, the son of earth
That decades later we'd still be killin folks?
