Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest up to bat at home plate That was a era, in my pants Yeah, X Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my
Homicide an' on the blocks where I played, b-ball That's I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto Was told to stay strong an' I beat the devil
'Cause yo, I to play Apollo Balcony seats swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets The car show, 560's, chemical pumpin' Super Lover Cee an' Casanova
Live chicks be, bustin' out of they Wearin' lip gloss, big door pealin' they earlobes So where them go? Where the old gold beers an' cheers go? But now them here doe, so
The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs Island bustin', still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time
The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word? The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, right
Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to In boots, yellin, "Join the armed forces" We lost the Vietnam War, poisons Needles in arms of instead of bigger fortunes
There's a lot of crawlin' in the carpet offices War in the ghetto, we in a barrel, they torture us They won't be the beast too long The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I
Beat street breakers were to the music I chose An' Peachtree Atlantic heads was tootin' nose In corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children With an'
We incarnates, headed for jail Where Shell gas company in South be havin' us killed Your money was the death of Christ An' all these shorties comin' up, resurrect your life It's a cycle
The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word? The stay drinkin', or puffin' they An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, one mo' time
The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word? The stay drinkin', or puffin' they An' I'm, still life's ride, right
to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to, hair products Back before my generation, when our started disintegratin' 'Til awareness penetratin'
The styles from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor Just to we some creative Turnin' nothin' somethin', is God work An' you get nothin' without struggle an' hard
War is to my in chains From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm y'all to know one thing The thing is to forgive, but God does Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God
Take one step him, he takes two towards you Even when all else fail, God you I it, got God sun on my stomach My an' my lungs was affected from an' gettin'
Do body right an' it loves you back You only get one life, an' yo, because of I'm still blazin', goin' out for the rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no laws An' like that
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, an' furs Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo'
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, an' furs Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word? The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they An' I'm, still life's ride, right