[Intro: sample]
“I had a bad dream”
“Don’t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams”
“What a time you chose to be born in”
[Chorus: Life]
Babies cryin', brothers dyin' and brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block
And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world
[Verse 1: GZA]
It was the night before New Year’s, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
Outsiders were stuck by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
You know hoods rob and snipe what’s new in sight
Fuck blue and white!
They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights
Gunshots shatter first-floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Linx was snatched off necks, left scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel
Made ‘em fold and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Construction worker who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his farmers
And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everythin' except check stubs
And it does sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where Feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops
For his C.R.E.A.M he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae
Increase the murder rate
Similar to hitmen who pull out TEC's and then
Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington
“I had a bad dream”
“Don’t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams”
“What a time you chose to be born in”
[Chorus: Life]
Babies cryin', brothers dyin' and brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block
And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world
[Verse 1: GZA]
It was the night before New Year’s, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
Outsiders were stuck by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
You know hoods rob and snipe what’s new in sight
Fuck blue and white!
They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights
Gunshots shatter first-floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Linx was snatched off necks, left scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel
Made ‘em fold and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Construction worker who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his farmers
And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everythin' except check stubs
And it does sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where Feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops
For his C.R.E.A.M he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae
Increase the murder rate
Similar to hitmen who pull out TEC's and then
Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington
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