
Through the Looking Glass Killah Priest
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[Intro: Killah Priest]
Uh, looking inside my book
Uh, one time, uh 4th Disciple
Uh KP, dimes, uh, in the looking glass
Live for everything, when I open up my book
None for nutting knaw'mean?
Seeing the looking glass
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Life and death is like a carnival in cemeteries
Ain't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried
The chronicles from Muhammad schools to God's name vary
Black people are the promised Jew's cause we lost already
My cross is heavy, I carry it - this is my burden
Look in the sky! See chariots, while the Earth is just burning
The worst is determined by the birth of a person, I'm also hurting
Soul searching, I go to the sermons of elder Gerry Burns
Life as a failure, my worries return
I know cats who could of went pro
Wasn't born with a silver spoon to his mouth
But put a silver spoon to his nose
He was nice at football but every time the hood call he would go
The projects is like the insane asylum, full of gangs and violence
Pain and problems, heavy rain I hear violins
At funerals, it's the usual - explain this knowledge
Uh, looking inside my book
Uh, one time, uh 4th Disciple
Uh KP, dimes, uh, in the looking glass
Live for everything, when I open up my book
None for nutting knaw'mean?
Seeing the looking glass
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Life and death is like a carnival in cemeteries
Ain't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried
The chronicles from Muhammad schools to God's name vary
Black people are the promised Jew's cause we lost already
My cross is heavy, I carry it - this is my burden
Look in the sky! See chariots, while the Earth is just burning
The worst is determined by the birth of a person, I'm also hurting
Soul searching, I go to the sermons of elder Gerry Burns
Life as a failure, my worries return
I know cats who could of went pro
Wasn't born with a silver spoon to his mouth
But put a silver spoon to his nose
He was nice at football but every time the hood call he would go
The projects is like the insane asylum, full of gangs and violence
Pain and problems, heavy rain I hear violins
At funerals, it's the usual - explain this knowledge
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