[Verse 1: Killlah Priest]
A homeless man smiles at me, showing no teeth
A young man laying dead in the cold streets
He was a victim, beaten bad by the police
And every day another funeral, there's more grief
And every day I like to pray when I see the sun
And if there ever was a lost tribe, we the one
In every hood, there's a project with us in it
The old man in the dust goin' nuts - finished
Years before they used to say,.he used to own a business
Caught him on taxes,.guess you're black, you got to know your limits
And everybody try to be happy some way
I think of dinners in the winters on a Sunday
And everybody's poor, but we always pulled through it
'Cause of Marvin's influences, we always played his music
My pops said he was a troubled man, courtesy of Uncle Sam
Then I hit the street to start hustlin'
But I can see my grandmoms when she dressed for church
A stylish hat, white dress with the matching purse
And I can hear her singing loud with the choir marching in
With the face of joy, proud cause her heart's with Him
And she could live everlasting in pure peace
No longer worried eyes, speak to him before I sleep
And I stood by the door when she came at me
She said, "You got to endurenand learn to be Happy"
A homeless man smiles at me, showing no teeth
A young man laying dead in the cold streets
He was a victim, beaten bad by the police
And every day another funeral, there's more grief
And every day I like to pray when I see the sun
And if there ever was a lost tribe, we the one
In every hood, there's a project with us in it
The old man in the dust goin' nuts - finished
Years before they used to say,.he used to own a business
Caught him on taxes,.guess you're black, you got to know your limits
And everybody try to be happy some way
I think of dinners in the winters on a Sunday
And everybody's poor, but we always pulled through it
'Cause of Marvin's influences, we always played his music
My pops said he was a troubled man, courtesy of Uncle Sam
Then I hit the street to start hustlin'
But I can see my grandmoms when she dressed for church
A stylish hat, white dress with the matching purse
And I can hear her singing loud with the choir marching in
With the face of joy, proud cause her heart's with Him
And she could live everlasting in pure peace
No longer worried eyes, speak to him before I sleep
And I stood by the door when she came at me
She said, "You got to endurenand learn to be Happy"
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