Brooklyn

Yo, it's the Group Home Foundation, there's no imitation
Niggas been waitin', you know the situation
I got it on lock when I'm blowing up the spot
You know I keep it hot, so let the speakers pop
It's my time to shine, yo, I gotta get mine
A lot of you niggas is too old to rhyme
You need to give it up 'cause you're wack as fuck
You ain't never did shit, so shut the fuck up
Melachi the Nutcracker, blacker, badder
I raise my fist just like a black panther

No matter what you say and you say and you rhyme
I'm about to get busy, I'm about to get mine

We had a vision, uh, but our decision
Being caught in the streets was our addiction
Being used and take abuse with hate
People don't lose the faith
We had a vision, uh, but our decision
Being caught in the streets was our addiction
Being used and take abuse with hate
People don't lose the faith

Yo, these are the signs of the time, I'm about to get mines
And I lost my man and it made me cry
Try to understand the reasons and the reasons why
Answer why, man, let's multiply
Real men walk with pain, in cold rain
Like a book, spread the name
Keep your head held high, future's in your eyes
No one can ever stop you when you try to get by

We had a vision, uh, but our decision
Being caught in the streets was our addiction
Being used and take abuse with hate
People don't lose the faith
We had a vision, uh, but our decision
Being caught in the streets was our addiction
Being used and take abuse with hate
People don't lose the faith