Lady Sings the Blues(Explicit)

Sung

Please lift us up where we belong

All this time we're holdin on

Lift us up where we belong

Cuz life takes over like a spawn

Dom Pachino

Mastermind holdin through crimes

Seen my fams Hill and Pah lowered in the ground

Hold my crown hold my nine

Me and mama down ya shine waited too long

The year is mine the time is now

What where and how ain't a question

Life's a lesson filled with choices -trust and depression

Smokin 'ja and lime green s**t to ease my tension

My rap sheet is long as soldier's gun possession

Not to mention spittin in mics the kid's profession

Movin crowds give my d**k the hardest erection

Clouds of smoke burners and s**t that's for protection

When no vest can save when it's time for ya grave

All the dirt that I did all the pain that I gave

All the whylin out I did when my earth said 'behave'

All them n***az I stuck on my hungry-a*s days

All them d**gs that I slung with intent to get paid

Was for the better things in life -somethin I felt I deserved

Nobody else gon' feed me I'd be kicked to the curb

Buy my mom a castle and land deep in the suburb'

She a strong and intelligent woman that's how she get served

But depended on the next man isn't part of my plan

Try an sell me a dream put some CREAM in my hand

Wanna garuntee me numbers on your weekly soundscan

Try an smile in my face while you shakin my hand

Regardin business and s**t but wanna s**t on my man

Terror is here Terrorist the powerful man

I let the land sing the blues with a guitar in her hand

Sung

All this time we're holdin on

Lift us up where we belong

Cuz life takes over like a spawn

9th Prince

Yo yo aiyyo aiyyo

My mind flashed back to memory lane

I felt adrenaline rush through my veins

Blood stain Major Payne like Damon Wayans

PR Terrorist leg got hit

It ricocheted and 4th Disciple arm had split

I ran like the Bionic Man western stance

General Y's dillinger just jammed in his hand

Bullets on the loose shells rip through my feathered goose

We at war now like Desert Storm troops

Somehow I escaped like Attica inmates

Dodgin jakes pushin weight on Shaolin and upstate

Mentally slave -for righteousness I crave

I plan to be wise and refuse to dig my own grave

Back in the days of Adam and Eve

I was in the Garden of Eden rollin trees from leaves

Nowadays n***az be dying from a virus called Stress Disease

In New York everybody screamin they Bloods and Darks

Remember thugs that'd love to send me straight to the morgue

Sometimes I feel like my life is going in circles

Record labels be tryna jerk you

Cross my line I'll try to murder you

Guilliani got thugs on a curfew -it's real like TMF

Everybody grab they steel we build at will

And save the children for real for real

Islord talking

Aiyyo it's like

I remember my old earth G

It used to be -me her and my grand earth in the bed

KnowhatI'mean One room apartment type joint

Roaches all in ya s**t yaknow

It's like I'ma flash back right now

Me and my physical

I love that n***a

We was co-defendants

Yo my mind flashes back to '82 when I was 7

Short light-skinned curly-head startin trouble

Young God in the schoolyard

Never kept my laces tied shirt tucked inside

Never abided by the rules that I had to

Me and my physical was on some -quick to snatch the Cash Rule

From a flashy analog n***a in the projects

Know Latrenze pour weight outta state

And front with they big boys in the summertime

Cuz we was on some crimetime all year 'round

Tacklin pockets tearin chains offa necks

Straight up disrespectful ways and actions

Towards any man or female -cuz the life that I live and tell

Is identical compared to no one

And I'll be d**ned if I have to show one

Sung

Please lift us up where we belong

All this time we're holdin on

Lift us up where we belong

Until the Army drops the bomb