Every Ghetto (Bonus Track)

Uhh... yeah... uhh...<br><br>[Verse 1: Nas]<br>Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days<br>Words of a old man with silver hair, in his wheelchair<br>His eyes were bloody while describin what lies before me<br>Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me<br>It occurred to me, this old nigga`s words couldn`t be realer<br>I`m on top now, slightest drama, I`ll have ta kill ya<br>Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water<br>Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine order<br>Shit is plastic material, havin` no life<br>I crash whips and leave it no matter the price<br>As long as I survive, cop a new five<br>Circle the block where the beef`s at<br>And park in front of my enemy`s eyes<br>They see that it`s war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters<br>There`s no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers<br>And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin the earth<br>Watchin your own murder reoccur<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto<br>For every nigga totin inner pain and heavy metal<br>For every child that`s born, and every nigga gone<br>And for every breath I breathe and live to see another mornin<br><br>[Verse 2: Blitz]<br>It`s Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me<br>Got knocked, refused 3 to 9`s, went to trial for me<br>Basically I`m just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust<br>Greed and contempt, no street is exempt<br>Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks<br>I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks<br>Oil paintin pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain<br>Fallin deep into the pits of the game<br>This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times<br>Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggaz for the dime<br>Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I`m sayin why do we reside<br>In the ghetto with a million ways to die<br>Stayin high to relieve the pain, breathin in the game<br>Exhalin guilt sin and shame, misery and strain<br>What the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthrax<br>I stand back, hopin I`ll make it through tomorrow<br><br>[Verse 3: Nas]<br>My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes<br>Hopin` to save me from all the dangers in the music business<br>Was once a young gangsta hangin` with youth offenders<br>But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships<br>Watchin` kids freeze in winters, they still poor<br>How could I tease them with Benz`s and feel no remorse<br>Drivin` past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin`<br>Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones<br>Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex<br>And spendin` time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des<br>Got guns when I`m with my daughter<br>Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence<br>She knows what daddy taught her, it`s lessons<br>Black princess it`s a ugly world<br>I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl<br>Could you believe even my shadow`s jealous<br>My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones<br>My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs<br>Though my songs come from the Father<br>I`m lonely...<br>Hold me, it`s gettin` darker<br><br>[Chorus] - repeat 2X