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Nas / Every Ghetto

Nas
Album: Stillmatic Durasi: 3:29

Uh, yeah, uh

Blessings in life to the children, they say life is like five days

Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheelchair

His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me

Said evil - and jealous men would try to destroy me

It occurred to me, this old - words couldn't be realer

I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have to - ya

'Cause animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water

Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order

Shit is plastic material, havin' no life

I crash whips and leave it no matter the price

As long as I survive, coppin' the five

Circle the block where the beef's at

And park in front of my enemy's eyes

They see that it's war we life stealers

Tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell

Dead is dead -

And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin' to earth

Watchin' your own murder reoccur

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every - gone

And for every brother breathin'

Live to see another mornin'

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every - gone

And for every brother breathin'

Live to see another mornin'

It's Blitz - the streets glory, many die for me

Got knocked refused three to nine's, went to trial for me

Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories

Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt

Extended clip - hoods barricaded for six blocks

I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks

All you paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain

Fallin' deep into the pits of the game

This is for the sickest state of mind

In these fatal times, vesh crimes

Nickel play the - and - for the dime

Hear the sounds of them babies cry

Still I'm sayin' why do we reside

In the ghetto with a million ways to die

Stayin' high to relieve the pain

Breathin' in the game, exhalin'

Guilts and the shame, misery and strain

What the f- will tomorrow bring

Look at anthrax, I stand back through

Hopin' I make it tomorrow

My skin is a art gallery, right, with paintings of crucifixes

Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business

Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders

But since I tasted paper, it started losin' the friendships

Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor

How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse

Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'

Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones

F- did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex

And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des

Got - when I'm with my daughter

Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence

She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons

Black princess, it's a ugly world

I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl

Could you believe even my shadow's jealous

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones

My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs

Though my songs come from the Father

I'm lonely, hold me, it's gettin' darker

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every - gone

And for every brother breathin'

Live to see another mornin'

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every - gone

And for every brother breathin'

Live to see another mornin'