I open my eyes for a new understanding when society stole the covers off my back. It's too easy not to get up when you're plugged right in. It's all
Verse] [Black Thought] Struck by the luck of the draw Real life preservation What I'm hustling for My name black thought The definition of raw I was born in South Philly On a cement
[female singer - repeat in background] I'm just happy to be here! [E-40 over singer] Hard times, the struggle The ups and downs, the highs and the lows
Killing the right, I don't wanna be a stolen boy Show me the days of lying in the sun Of stolen memories, I struggle to retain one Seems like a phase
the bless-ed seem to go first Experience afterlife, the first light since birth Since we live amoung demons also known as Government Gangstersa?¦ and hookers made to walk the cement
the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant
blistered hands show with persistence and time The struggle's worth every minute And it's the heartless versus soul, and one will stand [chorus] Like a hand print in cement
away, do not stay 'cause the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled RAID Like a couple of roaches, as struggle
Don't understand what they're saying We build monuments To celebrate our glorious dead now Iron and cement Above their tombs We cast out our nets Drag up the struggling
rose cracking the cement My love for you lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singin' a last song and your love for me will never die like a black child struggling
tonight? [Boots] City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
do not stay Cuz the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled RAID Like a couple of roaches, as struggle
Struck by the luck of the draw Real life preservation What I'm hustling for My name black thought The definition of raw I was born in South Philly On a cement
(feat. D.D. Artis) [female singer - repeat in background] I'm just happy to be here! [E-40 over singer] Hard times, the struggle The ups and downs,
as an alien abductee wandering a parking lot with people I never met Everyone's running and screaming but I'm stuck in cement Feel like a bed of the light
the cops off as i peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant
your god Traits of power influenced on sheep-like minds Torture for this account of non-conforming Withdrawn at this first introduction Power struggle
Killing the right - I don't wanna be a stolen boy Show me the days of lying in the sun Of stolen memories I struggle to retain one Seems like a phase
