Hard To Be Black Knights

[Verse 1: RUGGEDMONK]
The man with the Golden Gun
Dont Bother to Knock
It was a Slight Case of Murder when he hit the block
It was a rainy day stumblin’
Thru the concrete jungle
Timberland step thru the puddles
Mind shuffle thru troubles
The Great Sinner
Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
I break bread with my folks -YEAH-
I know I’m a Winner
A real Mental Giant
And the World is my Oyster
I think in different ways
Mind, roller coaster
There’s -NO- Equal Justice
Because the system doesn’t deal with Freedom, Justice
Or Equality
They filthy in all their affairs
That’s why they keep you apart
From their Social Equality, but ain’t hearing me
Better yet, you ain’t feeling me
But the Dead Poet Society could tell you about Rimbrant or Rumi
Just like a hustler could tell you the color of money
But THEY CANT SUCCEED
BET THAT they couldn’t succeed
If they had a road map
BET THAT——- “I hit my point”
Before I even Crap
SHAKE MY DICE——ROLL UM—-TE-DE-LEE
Te-de-lee——Bet “I hit my point and it come back”
-DOUBLE THAT-
The Man with the Golden Gun