With the mentality of a note on the violin
Piercing your ears yet beautifully moving something within
Gasping on sounds executed skillfully
Blown away by the imagery from my symphony
Rows of orchestration inside of my mind
Play perfect harmony, every note is a sign
To a certain story, memory, or all the above
So my musics played better when the crowd shows love
Book shelves literature littered with quotes
Words can’t evoke the feeling caught up inside of my throat
When you blame a black boy for the life that he lives
Say it's the reason for a two in his lid, three in his chest, and one in his leg
Stop shooting back I beg, big dreams floating all around in his head
Black in America as hard as it is, why we gotta make it more difficult for these kids?
Block for block, this a shot in the dark
Would you see the light even though we’re a street apart
See it from they position, these little kids with no other options given
Forced to do what they usually wouldn’t
But when it came down to it Batman was hoody
So block for block, would you find it in your heart to forgive the time you heard your first gunshots?
[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Yo
[?], passionate with rapping and beats
My art efficient, you artificial, your rapping is weak
Weak rapping, beat smacking your beak, keep flapping
I beat breaks of geeks, complete street action
My speech elite, unique chanting the words
Shall inherit the earth you meek bastard
[?], respect the pen game
[?]
Little wife beater, back of the bus drunk, **** a civil rights leader
Tsk, I’m more MLK
B-L-V-D in the C-L-K
Dawg, spray shots at your [?]
Marvin Gaye got shot by his pops
Slam a [?]
[?], ‘cause you played tambourine in church, bitch
[Outro]
Yeah you heard of him
Word up
Got to keep my head up
Y-Yeah
Yeah