Creator
[ Hell Razah ]
Your not promised tommorrow
( You know what Im sayin )
We are livin by the bottle
( The pages of life turn every day )
Be careful what you follow
( Word up check this one )
Guns and clips carried by cliques eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses rich wars and conflicts hit
Politics get rich off the bloods and the crips
Slaves shoot slaves, modern day Egypt
Brooklyn convicts is conned to be vics
Harassed by the cops from up the block precinct
Fugitives forever they choose to live together
Your not promised tommorrow
( You know what Im sayin )
We are livin by the bottle
( The pages of life turn every day )
Be careful what you follow
( Word up check this one )
Guns and clips carried by cliques eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses rich wars and conflicts hit
Politics get rich off the bloods and the crips
Slaves shoot slaves, modern day Egypt
Brooklyn convicts is conned to be vics
Harassed by the cops from up the block precinct
Fugitives forever they choose to live together
THE SISTERS
The sisters worked for the people round them
Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor
And they cared and tried but were worn with
Their fears and the years of heartbreak
Dust and wine stained the men who knew them
The sweat of days in the angry sun
And the men were weak, and they cried
And they asked, "Sisters, make us holy."
The sisters prayed, "Give us hope for something."
The men asked, "Where is your God today?"
And the empty eyes as the sisters prayed held
Their thoughts unspoken
There was nothing they could do
Earth was dust for miles around
Nothing new survived
Everything was barren on the land
And the truth they tried to understand just died
Everything was barren on the land
And the truth they tried to understand just died