Listen to the voice of man, from
a far away land,
screamin at the top of his lungs…
don’t take me now Lord , my life has just begun.
listen to the pop pop’s from the 25’s, or the Boom Boom from the Mossberg, Yeah..I heard…..But I couldn’t see it.
Listen to the babies cryin, listen to our women dying,
falling prey to the affliction that starts with the letter A,
Afflicted by our own faking like they ain’t Gay.
Can you hear it?
Listen to the ball bouncin, on the court…
listen to the mothers crying in the court Listen.
Clang ….. Clang, goes the metal bars as they close,
came here in chains, leaving here in chains
kind of ironic I suppose.
The streets is talkin…..while you running…while you walking
while your shadow is stalkin,
while the man is steady white chalkin.
listen to the humming coming from the yellow street lights
that burn at night……
the sirens that flow endlessly in the air,
silence on these streets are rare
Hear the glass cracking under your feet, Can you feel the sewage flowing, under ground?
I place my ear to the sound, Once was lost but now I’m found, ghetto heaven is where I’m bound, but will I be free. I can’t hear, but I can see.
The high from the street, the rush from the street, the infatuation from the street is to hard to escape,
I tried to relate,.but I chose not to listen to the Street
and now the brothers be pouring liqour at my feet,
And my time here is over, my mission, is left incomplete....
a far away land,
screamin at the top of his lungs…
don’t take me now Lord , my life has just begun.
listen to the pop pop’s from the 25’s, or the Boom Boom from the Mossberg, Yeah..I heard…..But I couldn’t see it.
Listen to the babies cryin, listen to our women dying,
falling prey to the affliction that starts with the letter A,
Afflicted by our own faking like they ain’t Gay.
Can you hear it?
Listen to the ball bouncin, on the court…
listen to the mothers crying in the court Listen.
Clang ….. Clang, goes the metal bars as they close,
came here in chains, leaving here in chains
kind of ironic I suppose.
The streets is talkin…..while you running…while you walking
while your shadow is stalkin,
while the man is steady white chalkin.
listen to the humming coming from the yellow street lights
that burn at night……
the sirens that flow endlessly in the air,
silence on these streets are rare
Hear the glass cracking under your feet, Can you feel the sewage flowing, under ground?
I place my ear to the sound, Once was lost but now I’m found, ghetto heaven is where I’m bound, but will I be free. I can’t hear, but I can see.
The high from the street, the rush from the street, the infatuation from the street is to hard to escape,
I tried to relate,.but I chose not to listen to the Street
and now the brothers be pouring liqour at my feet,
And my time here is over, my mission, is left incomplete....
