Lyrics Poor Righteous Dreams - Blue Sky Black Death
(Intro:
Hell
Razah)
Nah
nah
son
You
ain't
really
gotta
go
out
there
and
kill
them
man
Give
me
the
gun,
lemme
talk
to
you
for
a
minute
Gimme
the
gun,
sit
down,
lemme
talk
to
you
(Hell
Razah:)
I
see
your
destiny
revealed
looking
through
my
windshield
A
little
child
running
wild
since
Curtis
Mayfield
A
lot
of
homies
got
killed
over
bagging
up
crills
Moms
stressed
out
for
real
when
she
adding
the
bills
I
get
chills
from
the
pain
every
time
that
I
kneel
Now
my
head
is
saying
prayer
for
the
rest
of
Israel
Ever
since
crack
came
leaving
the
projects
lame
'Cause
we
never
did
invest
in
no
money
we
made
It's
just
a
dead
end
street,
one
way
to
the
grave
You
see
the
funeral
arrangements
unlocking
the
cage
Some
will
join
FBI
start
dropping
them
names
We
was
hustling
for
who
when
they
copped
their
caine
CIA
traced
Escobar,
they
wired
his
plane
They
tapped
the
phone
calls
of
Malcolm
so
the
'70s
changed
We
became
drugs
and
guns
with
God
Body
names
Tag
graffiti
on
the
walls
of
trains,
then
form
into
gangs
(Chorus:
Hell
Razah)
Now
we
got
old
gold
wishes
and
project
dreams
Coke
in
our
genes
for
all
the
neighbours
who
done
turned
into
fiends
Some
controlled
like
puppets
on
strings
but
who
cares
When
you
can't
get
a
dollar
from
none
of
your
peers
Sit
on
the
stairs
with
our
weed
and
beers
with
ideas
How
to
make
it
out
the
ghettoes
and
rise
to
millionaires
(Interlude:
Hell
Razah)
KnowhatI'msayin',
God?
How
long
your
crew
been
known?
There's
real
craziness
in
society
They
tryin'
to
steal
man
(Hell
Razah:)
I'm
a
street
G
but
still
son
I
write
it
deeply
When
I
zone
like
Phillis
Wheatley,
that's
how
you
greet
me
Dead
poets
give
me
the
motive,
if
they
don't
promote
it
Stay
devoted,
stay
focused
'til
there's
plagues
and
locusts
'Cause
you
can't
buy
your
soul
back
from
Lucifer's
office
Tell
Bush
we
about
to
make
the
hood
shoot
at
his
office
His
tradition
in
Skull
and
Bones
sleeping
in
coffins
Like
Gogathan
they
wanna
see
me
on
crosses
German
Pope
sold
canned
abortions
I
slow
it
down,
shit
I
break
it
in
portions
You
heard
right,
I
ain't
speaking
in
Martian
I'm
hood
but
I'm
conscious,
todays
that's
nonsense
I
do
this
for
the
slaves
and
the
brains
they
washing
Who
trained
with
the
marksmen
who
slept
on
the
park
bench
Who
hunt
men
coming
out
their
apartments
'Cause
too
much
money
got
him
thinking
he
Clark
Kent
Get
treated
like
you
dark
skin
as
soon
as
you
as
it's
all
spent
Got
patriotic
hoes
and
America's
yard
pimps
(Interlude:
Hell
Razah)
Yo
yo
I
dealt
with
that
crush
man
I
just
do
whatever
I
do
about
buildin'
in
the
street
(Chorus)
(Outro:
Hell
Razah)
Yo
7th
pass
me
that
forty
man
Yo
man
shit
is
crazy
man
But
that
shit
is
what's
sellin'
to
the
youths
man
They
buildin
off
that
shit
man
Cause
you
know
people
do
it
without
no
health
care
It's
like...
youknowwhatImean?
When
you
look
at
it
man,
there's
not
enough
homes
Like
we
gon'
have
homeless
people
And
the
bastards
there
buildin'
with
billions
and
billions
of
dollars
That
practically
print
up
the
money,
you
know?
That's
why
they
rule
the
real
estate
property...
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