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Killah Priest - Hard Times lyrics
[Killah Priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window pane Staring hopeless at the gentle rain When the messenger returns telling her That her child was slain She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good book read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding D's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal For tomorrows drug test Scared niggaz hugging they techs Don't want to get plugged next Outside there's a bloodfeast We all product, faced with hard luck Since the wrath of God struck Now we like |
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