Street Opera

[Intro: Killah Priest, (Hell Razah)]<br>Back In The Day, (Times, Struggles)<br>940, (In The Ghetto)<br>going through hell to come out right<br>This is what we must go through to reach heaven<br>(this what we go through..) to reach heaven.. <br>(to escape hell,) ha,<br><br>[Chorus: Hell Razah]<br>In the days of our life we got one life to live<br>as the world turns around negative through positive<br>at the edge of the nights, the guiding light<br>that leads to another world, for the young and the restless<br>beware of your deathwish, to all my children in the general hospital<br>The most impossible, <br>we got for you the final saga of the street operas<br><br>[Killah Priest]<br>In my location is where they run the operation<br>you either stuck or getting bucked by the train station<br>word is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad<br>and watch drop and they gone, they 9mm`s<br>make bitches scream high-pitch like a tweater<br>but shorty is a strong believer when he hold his heater<br>I use an onze of my mind to make rhymes, <br>and a half of brain to cause rain<br>cuz life is like a game with no instructions<br>streets they be tusslin` to have a brother bustin`<br>they adolescence carry weapons in they section, a wrong direction<br>when they all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic<br>and hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to search<br>they pop you first and dig your pockets later<br>and maybe catch you for money or your pager (gimme that)<br>or slice your throat with the razor..<br>an old man told me once, sitting on a chair rolling a blunt<br>I had a son your age, that ended up on front page<br>from the impact of a 12 Guage, his assassination<br>thrown me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face it<br>he shown me old fliks, he was up for a scholarship<br>today is hard to swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so short<br>I still see him on a basketball court, the bullet took a part of me<br>the doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it bothers me<br>and all the prayers that I gave god, wouldn`t bring him from the graveyard<br>that`s when he took his picture <br>and send your bucked the streets will get ya, <br>it`s either that or the price of liquor<br>even me, I learnt as the days grew<br>that death is only a stage of phase 2, <br>thank Allah that he made you..<br><br>[Chorus x3]<br><br>[Outro: Hell Razah]<br>the final saga of the street operas<br>of the street operas<br>the final saga of the street operas