Morning Mourning
"Is this it, Priest? The pope's new army?
A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags?
Now, now, Bill
You swore this was a battle between warriors, not a bunch of Miss Nancy's
So, warriors is what I brought"
A cold heart and a hot slug is not love
Them boys'll pop up (it's not love), leave you chopped up
It's a lot of pussy niggas, but it's not us (uh-uh)
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop truck (why you think I'm frontin'?)
Grindin', I work real hard, it wasn't pot luck (nah)
'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was shot up
The glorifyin' times or the horrifyin' crimes
But the more I see the soft shit, the more that I'm inclined (I'm inclined)
To let the real niggas know, it's all about the shine
Let 'em get it in the sun (let 'em get it)
Get your gun when the moon fall (get your gun)
Soon to tell the goons meet the ghost by the pool hall (meet me)
'Cause when the rules get lost, it's a fool's fault
Take a smart man to get in on the smooth course
Singin', "You Will Never Find" by Lou Rawls (you will never find)
Thinkin' can I live? Now the crib got two floors (can I live?)
Can't snooze off, nor take my shoes off (uh-uh)
'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll throw your mood off
'Lotta niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off (dig it)
Watch your ride die, no jump for you (no jump)
They ain't pump you up but I bet you they got a pump for you (i bet you)
Right hand said he would dump for you (he said)
Then he went left are you death, they on hunt for you?
Maybe, you just blind? Or maybe you just fine with gettin' lined
'Cause you pussy by design, what
Mama told me to pray in the mornin' (to pray)
We stuck here in this place tonight (we been stuck up in this place tonight)
God forbid we don't make it to the mornin'
In the rain that I died, could be found in my mom's eyes
See the pain under he veil while she moanin' (while she moanin, moanin')
While she moanin', she moanin' (while she moanin')
Don't wait to pray 'til the mornin' (don't wait to pray)
'Cause you may not make it home, make it home (you might not make it home)
No, you may not make it home
Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes dilate
Low on weed tryin' vibrate
.38 in my size nines, won the Tri-State
Swim with the sharks, you a killa or you live bait
Considered a titan although I'm only 5'8
Born in the jungle, made it out, I survived hate
Run with gorillas, bang my chest like I'm a primate
Consider me a land pirate that knows the pie rate (I see the pie rate)
Get lined without a ruler, nine at your medulla for a lil' bit of mulah
Found his body chopped up in Mexico in the cooler
Right next to a shooter and his best friend (right next to him)
It ain't chess but they put him in, check then
If you know the math on the wrath, he is less than
From the south side, better hustle on the west end (south side)
Pain and that stress gon' kill you if it's kept in
Ghost, nigga
Mama told me to pray in the mornin' (to pray)
We stuck here in this place tonight (we been stuck up in this place tonight)
God forbid we don't make it to the mornin'
In the rain that I died, could be found in my mom's eyes
See the pain under he veil while she moanin' (while she moanin, moanin')
While she moanin', she moanin' (while she moanin')
Don't wait to pray 'til the mornin' (don't wait to pray)
'Cause you may not make it home, make it home (you might not make it home)
No, you may not make it home