- Killah Priest P.R.O.J.E.C.T.S. 歌詞
- Killah Priest
- Drizzle rained down my window pane
Up the block was the park and the subway train We party every Friday ’til Sunday came Then it was church, go in my pocket, here’s a bunch of change There’s sister Johnson giving unusual [?] range She limped in, sat down after she hung up her cane But my mind was on block parties and the summer games As the choir sang to the organ, a drummer banged The preacher had us baptized, but we backslide Born black with pride, afros high as The Jackson 5 Life here was no picket fence and apple pie People relying on just enough cash to survive Projects, the acronym we visualize Projects, where drug dealers and criminals hide The object, to keep us minimized The process, remove fathers from mothers and children lives I know a Blood who’s sick but can’t see the word “Crip” in the word prescription I know a Crip with high blood pressure, too much of salt he committed Now do we bang on each other, or do we bang on our symptoms? Too much processed beef Is it artificial sweet? We hypertension The sickness, we need to fix it Water to flush our system Keep us from the morgue and out their prison Stay off the hog and the chitlins Hot Fries, Popeyes, where are they getting all of these chickens? Turkey jive, Five Guys, it’s [?] of addiction To the place where our hopes and dreams try to fly like birds with broken wings That’s why we smoke herb for our dopamines Melanated culture beings Celebrated with the host of kings Projects, people relying on just enough cash to survive That’s why we stay high Projects, we gaze at the sky The project lives, we try to get by
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