Love Is Life Killah Priest (Ft. Alita Dupray)

[Verse 1]
Yo, this starts like the opening scene of Claudine
Fort Greene, [?] Street fiends crowd the clinic for morphine
Lost dreams, the open credits start with kids with the [?] beverage
Five Percent lessons
Old school dudes smoking hectic
Love is the message
Marking the hands of the medics
Suffer from seizures
Black exploitation films play the features
Cooley High
I’m eight rubbing Judy thighs
That’s my babysitter
[?], bomber ski hats, my ’80 pictures
My sister yelling, “You a lazy nigga!”
Call me a brat
Four in the pack
My elder sister got pregnant at 18
My cousin Chucky in state greens
I’m counting [?] in my dreams
Visit by the social worker
Grandma said, “You supposed to worship”
Marks spark when we close to murder
You smile, show me first burner
Reaganology, the senior Bushonomics
[?] stop pushing chronic
The heroin atomic
The Clintonology
The W. Bush astrology
The stars [?], they’re all lies to me
The road to hell’s paved with good intentions
The highway to heaven is the rail of a hood relentless
Pay the preacher when I’m gone
Pay the principal at my prom
Pay the bail if I carry arms
Pay the lawyer if I let it [?]
Pay a teacher if my head is strong
Pay a coach if I catch a ball
Enoch was not transformed to Metatron
God gave ‘em the earth ’til the heavens [?]
Who gave us the dirt? The reverend [?]
Who gave us the hurt? The debt is gone
Who gave us the verse? He read it strong
Led by a hearse into heaven’s arms
Marcus, I miss you
Here’s a tissue
Tear drops turning crystals