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    Ghetto Prisoners

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Nas]
    Uhh.. regulate nigga
    Bravehearts nigga
    Live for this
    Some of y'all don't live at all
    Get yours nigga
    Get yours baby
    Uhh, yo.. yo..
    As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings
    Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings
    with big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista
    from Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S.
    About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move
    A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
    Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised?
    The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah
    I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds
    My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees
    May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
    but hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's
    with blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
    Each channelin, from past to present times, heaven shines
    light on those, innocent to how the world grows
    Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes
    And you accounted for, everything that you heard
    Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words
    My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
    Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
    Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
    Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
    Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
    Ghetto prisoners..
    Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings
    Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators
    Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered
    Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation?
    One with blind men - not takin charge of the situation
    Empty arguments and real conversations needed
    The world'll need it, to hear it
    Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb
    This hurt come from the honest word
    I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned
    find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it
    Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it
    through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
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