"[Verse 1: Nas]
"Imagine smoking weed in the street without cops harassing
Imagine going to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruising. Blue behind my waters
No welfare supporters
More conscious of the way we raise our daughters

Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feeling like life is over. These snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot. My son got knocked
Evidently, it's elementary:
They want us all gone eventually

Trooping out of state for a plate—
Knowledge
If coke was cooked without the garbage
We'd all have the top dollars

Imagine everybody flashing
Fashion, designer clothes
Lacing your clique up with diamond rolls
Your peoples holding dough. No parole
No rubbers—
Going raw. Imagine law with no undercovers…

Just some thoughts for the mind
I take a glimpse into time
Watch the blimp read “The World Is Mine!”
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