Shine Pharoahe Monch (Ft. Mela Machinko)

[Chorus: MeLa Machinko & Pharoahe Monch]
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win in due time
Show me the way (Show me the way)
Give me a sign (Give me a sign)
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (I said it)
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (Hey)
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain
Two-hundred-thousand dollar whips and chains
Crooked cops, Crips, crack cocaine
2Pac, Chris, I'm still feelin' the pain
Seven-year-old girl, shot and slain? What does it all mean?
We go insane in the struggle
The stress make him add panic
Where I'm from, we do not eat organic (Talk about it)
You see, my mama can not afford Whole Foods
She break fast for the bread, call it soul food
Where I come from — let it breathe
Where I come from, no one runs when funds run low in lump sums
We chose to dump dumb dumb bullets (Dun, dun)
We livin' hum-drum in the slums where scum conceal stun guns
The word's mum for fun, son, conundrums ain't pretty
In this cesspool called New York Shitty
I call it that 'cause it smell like shit
Walk around hunchbacked or you might get hit (Talk about it)
I knew a nigga sold crack to his moms
That same motherfucker sold crack to his kid
Lookin' like three-hundred comin' back from his bid
Like, "Pharoahe, let's get this money for real"