[Intro]
Ahhh hahaha - come with me to the hood
Killers, thieves and murderers
[Verse 1]
Beneath the pale Moon the night watches the goons
Hop in the costume dressed as killer clowns as death feel the town
Niggas surround, they see grave near the Merry-go-round
Beneath the slave burial ground (What else you see?)
There's blood on the pavement, there's thug in the station
There's cops on patrol just watching with soul
I turned hot to turn cold, something's burning my sole
It's the brimstone, fill it when the wind blown
Push my skin against the bones, I cringe as I smell a stitch from the chrome
It's home, the projects, bitches gossip, the Glock clips
Cops sit and just watch shit, when TV brainwashes
The pain of the Projects, a slow process
No progress, I'm held hostage with thieves
Receive princely fees after they empty your sleeve
The enemy squeeze TEC-9s, it's death and crime
It's all stress, something left is blind
It's the prognosis of Moses, the Jones', the hopeless
The homeless, the oppress and slow death, souls are left
No rest, shootouts everyday like the old West
[Chorus]
Who'd you rather serve? God or Devil?
Welcome into Earth's graveyard with shovels
Or do you rather be amongst the living, enjoying your life?
Observing the stars from a distance, the voyage of light
Who'd you rather serve? God or Devil?
Welcome into Earth's graveyard with shovels
Or do you rather be amongst the living, enjoying your life?
Observing the stars from a distance, the voyage of light
Ahhh hahaha - come with me to the hood
Killers, thieves and murderers
[Verse 1]
Beneath the pale Moon the night watches the goons
Hop in the costume dressed as killer clowns as death feel the town
Niggas surround, they see grave near the Merry-go-round
Beneath the slave burial ground (What else you see?)
There's blood on the pavement, there's thug in the station
There's cops on patrol just watching with soul
I turned hot to turn cold, something's burning my sole
It's the brimstone, fill it when the wind blown
Push my skin against the bones, I cringe as I smell a stitch from the chrome
It's home, the projects, bitches gossip, the Glock clips
Cops sit and just watch shit, when TV brainwashes
The pain of the Projects, a slow process
No progress, I'm held hostage with thieves
Receive princely fees after they empty your sleeve
The enemy squeeze TEC-9s, it's death and crime
It's all stress, something left is blind
It's the prognosis of Moses, the Jones', the hopeless
The homeless, the oppress and slow death, souls are left
No rest, shootouts everyday like the old West
[Chorus]
Who'd you rather serve? God or Devil?
Welcome into Earth's graveyard with shovels
Or do you rather be amongst the living, enjoying your life?
Observing the stars from a distance, the voyage of light
Who'd you rather serve? God or Devil?
Welcome into Earth's graveyard with shovels
Or do you rather be amongst the living, enjoying your life?
Observing the stars from a distance, the voyage of light
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