[Chorus: Killah Priest]
(People) Is the world we live in
Full of innocent, Yasa's word, we the victims
(6 billion people) To the suburban area
Filled with doctors and lawyers
Cops and judges, we all suffer from paranoia
(6 billion people) From the White House to Hollywoods
To everybody hood, to down south, to deep in the woods
From my hood (people) to my hood, let's make it better, overstanding
(People) To six million people, that on this planet
[Killah Priest]
As the moon appears like a pearl in the mists of the clouds
I move up through the shadows til I'm at the cliff of the aisle
I sit overlooking, the borough of Brooklyn
As the Devils start to settle and the cement is pushed in
The ghetto comes to life, you can feel it's pulse
I hear, every corner breathing like the streets awoke
It grabs you, it makes you, so you can't escape
It's the phantom, it haunts us, it changes shape
And the building's most chiling, described by children
As the gateway to Hell, it holds the ghosts of millions
Come close to it, it gives you the most grossest feelings
As the black sky open up, my soul is exploding
Back down to the surface, where these seeds are nurtured
With alcohol and drugs, which leads to murders
Born poor, broke and hungry that's when thieves emerges
But to, rob their own, defeats the purpose, and
(People) Is the world we live in
Full of innocent, Yasa's word, we the victims
(6 billion people) To the suburban area
Filled with doctors and lawyers
Cops and judges, we all suffer from paranoia
(6 billion people) From the White House to Hollywoods
To everybody hood, to down south, to deep in the woods
From my hood (people) to my hood, let's make it better, overstanding
(People) To six million people, that on this planet
[Killah Priest]
As the moon appears like a pearl in the mists of the clouds
I move up through the shadows til I'm at the cliff of the aisle
I sit overlooking, the borough of Brooklyn
As the Devils start to settle and the cement is pushed in
The ghetto comes to life, you can feel it's pulse
I hear, every corner breathing like the streets awoke
It grabs you, it makes you, so you can't escape
It's the phantom, it haunts us, it changes shape
And the building's most chiling, described by children
As the gateway to Hell, it holds the ghosts of millions
Come close to it, it gives you the most grossest feelings
As the black sky open up, my soul is exploding
Back down to the surface, where these seeds are nurtured
With alcohol and drugs, which leads to murders
Born poor, broke and hungry that's when thieves emerges
But to, rob their own, defeats the purpose, and
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