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Nas

Every Ghetto

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Uhh... yeah... uhh...[Verse 1 (Nas)]Blessings in life to the childrenThey say life is like 5 daysWords of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chairHis eyes were bloody while describin` what lies before meSaid evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy meIt occurred to me, this old nigga`s words couldn`t be realerI`m on top now, slightest drama, I`ll have ta kill yaCuz animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in waterIshmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine orderShit is plastic material, havin` no lifeI crash whips and leave it no matter the priceAs long as I survive, coppin` the fiveCircle the block where the beef`s atAnd park in front of my enemy`s eyesThey see that it`s war we life stealersHollow tip, lead busters there`s no heaven or hellDead is dead, fuckersAnd your soul is with GodYour mind keeps lurkin` to earthWatchin` your own murder reoccur[Chorus (Repeat 2X)]For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghettoFor every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metalFor every child that`s bornAnd every nigga goneAnd for every brotha breathin`Live to see another mornin`[Verse 2 (Blitz)]It`s Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for meGot knocked refused 3 to 9`s, went to trial for meBasically I`m just reality loaded with vast storiesOf lust, greed, and contempt no street is exemptExtended clip shots hoods barricaded for 6 blocksI sip shots, watchin` em hustlers pitch rocksAll you paintin` pictures of my painIllustrate the city in vainFallin` deep into the pits of the gameThis is for the sickest state of mindIn these fatal times, vesh crimesNickel play the nine and niggas for the dimeHear the sounds of them baby`s cryStill I`m sayin` why do we resideIn the ghetto with a million ways to dieStayin` high to relieve the painBreathin` in the game, exhalin`Guilts and the shame, misery and strainWhat the fuck will tomorrow bringLook at anthrax, I stand back throughHopin` I make it tomorrow[Verse 3 (Nas)]My skin is a art gallery, rightWith paintings of crucifixesHopin` to save me from all the dangers in the music businessWas once a young gangsta hangin` with youth offendersBut since I tasted paper it started losin the friendshipsWatchin` kids freeze in winters, they still poorHow could I tease them with Benz`s and feel no remorseDrivin` past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin`Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black onesFuck did I expect with bucket seats in a LexAnd spendin` time in Chuckie Cheese with Little DesGot guns when I`m with my daughterHate to bring a violent aura in her presenceShe knows what daddy taught her, it`s lessonsBlack princess it`s a ugly worldI put my life up for yours, see I love that girlCould you believe even my shadow`s jealousMy skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bonesMy brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songsThough my songs come from the FatherI`m lonely...Hold me, it`s gettin` darker[Repeat Chorus 2X]

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