Текст песни Sunz of Man f Madam D - House of Blues
Sunz of Man f Madam D - House of Blues слова песни
[Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Madam D)]Yo, I speak the truth (Preach it Prodigal!)Let it be knownthere`s no seekers in the gameNo seekers in life[Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs*]You can`t see all the shit we go throughPaid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes[Prodigal Sunn]A pure example of an unjust world glamorous is, stupid men Women simple minds, foolish at timesbut in the hood, we strive to stay alivenickle and dime, read through the riddles and signsAvoid crime, the best way I canIt`s hard being a black manSee every hand is against my head, you understandI speak from my hungry mouth, gun in my crouchBloody tears, so many faces died through the yearsQuestion myself "Where do I go from here?"Do I take it all, escape from hell, disappear?It be the glare of a living legend, I got a son, sevenBrother Jamal seven, I plan to give him heavenI died for his blessings, God, I learned my lessonMade the devil burn in my prescenceI made my daughter speak ebony essenceFrom the tree of life, aiyo, we free tonightI hope y`all people see the light[Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs* ]You can`t see all the shit we go throughPaid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoesAiyo, we live from the House of BluesWe did it live from the House of BluesAiyo, we live from the House of Blues blues bluesYo, I got nothing to lose[Prodigal Sunn]Political, critical times, unforgettable mindsThrough the cold nights and rainy dayz, the sun still shinesMemories of my deceased fam, rest in peaceBut a release from green, flash, remedy for stress reliefFresh like a thief in the jungleeat amongst the humble, keep the numbers all in them bundlesI gotta, gotta secure my familySchool my son, my nephew, the man he claim to beModern-day segregation, in these streets we roamHeart-breakin`, to see my brother die by the face of the chromeMy ace be leasin` up-state, doin` seven bonesHeard my cousin Kasheen, we soon be homePut `em on, let `em know we got no time for wrongDedicate this song to young, gifted and strong, song[Hook][Prodigal Sunn]This attraction be the black of the slums, the cracks and the gunsFiends, snitches and bitches roll ones under the sunOn the avenue, scarred, bullets seek through carsRZA bars help me vision AllahSpeak verb to any peeps in these streets we breatheAll I wanna do is eat and achieveTeach my seed, to stay away from envy and greed`Cuz these devils in the mist wanna see a nigga bleedYou know the hood is trife, only few taste a good lifeStand to my rights, stuck through mad days and Winter nightsI promise, to never play with micsSay what you like, when I spray pipesScatter your composition of rice twice, sharp with the diceStudy the Art of War, take my advice or lose ya life, life, life, life[Hook]