Lyrics: Prince Lakeem
Music: Prince Lakeem
Arranger: Prince Lakeem
Good life always go pass go quick
MPC2000XL put the rec
Use the music do the simple,i'm the symbol
12 seconds loop plating my body to the white gold
Young simba be the lion, from start
Ten years later,i'll be the super star
Spilt champagne in the bar, peace out god
Ain't no good hands but pretend marketer good cards
Catch the light outta dark, jogging in the central park
Sitting on the couch sip cigar,laughin' at the movie star
Swallow this cock tail then tequila shot
Keepin'workin' to the top the dreamwon't be so far
Mama said i adult, she will send me a corolla
Igon' use my hard work return a Testarossa
I saw too many rappers lie behind word card
Standing on the stage like bean in the ****ing jar
Their first album is the sound from heart deep
Rappers are the merchant doing business of art dream
Now leave out the mind and back in the hoods
I meanwhat's wrong with people shot kids in the school
Outta the school, biggie and pac, x and juice
How many people go to heaven we can follow the rules
This is hell on earth i say pray in the church
Hope iwon't get shot tomorrow then die on the kerb
Behind deep pressure is death and murder jurk
And politics just watch violence turn into the verb
I saw my homeboy leave school and walking on the steet
Drinking liquor everyday tattoo prajna on the wrist
But why the students like my homie drop out the school your guys reallydon't know about it, youcouldn't feelin about it
Graduate the high school, get degree from college you think he never think about it, never dream about it
Got piano level tenth but not solve equation been called retarded you think he will appreciate it
It's the ****ing system got a problem with it
Students without good markwon't have a future could you believe it
**** the world, **** the girl, **** the everything is unknown
The shots and the love, bless the everything has unborn
Crisisdisappeard's only way is go to solve it
But how you gonna solve it when youdidn't even face it
The chances is near by and you better stretch and lace it
People are bad for you round for you you better change it
Find a better one newer one be well for you to replace it
Don't let yourself, crash like Soviet
We are slave of the world, of the money of the body of theloui', slave by the dream, slave by the cream
And wecan't get it out, our master is da desire, put us to the higher, and make us be the liar
Arson the congress, put it into fire for the better progress, the lies change a sacrifice
We need a advice for the better tries, not everybody can inspired by his own vice
Hard dayslivin' hard life, we were born to die, running with a sunrise like samurai
Fighting in the struggle some bleed for the whip for the beauty we are the sons of a battle cry