Graves To Dig
(专辑: Eat At Whitey's - 2000)
It goes one for the
prophet, two for Islam, Three for the
Khutba from the
Imam Four for the
Mother that birthed my frame Five for the
Father 'cause it's heart began Been 'round the
world suns all the
same Sometime's when I'm asleep I
still call your name Back when I
was young I
used to dream of fame Now they all point their fingers saying "who's to blame" Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns They say, boy, don't ever ???, control your emotions Take it like a
man and make your stand They say sex and violence go hand in hand Every man blessed they gotta be tempted Span through the
depths of space and time Stand, three eyes blind on the
firing line Word to my man Divine, come too far Singing la allaha a
lala Twelve rakats short of my full day's prayer I
was hoping that the
Lord got some mercy to spare It goes one for the
ummah, two for the
deen Three for the
Angels, four for the
Alamin Somewhere in between, totally obscene Perfectly clean, I've got a
Babylon Feeling Wombs need healing, truth need revealing Hands need washing from all the
dirty dealing Floor to the
ceiling, from the
stage to the
door Kings and the
Queens and the
slaves and their whores For every lost cause where the
martyr's are found That funky little sound that make you wanna get down Somebody told me once that love makes the
world go 'round And kids they carry pistols out on the
playground That profound, gone too far, praying on my life to the
burnt out star Put your lights on, put down your crosses It's time to tally up your wins and your losses It goes one for Scott LaRock and two for Pac and B.I.G Three for all the
mothers who got graves to dig [x3]