MC Mafia - Leaving The Past

[VERSE 1]

One life to lose in a world fulla’ pain
Two sides wagin’ war over colors and names
Three persons in one God; too bad he ain’t there
Four caskets droppin’, ghetto children mumblin’ prayers
Five fingers rollin’ dice, playin’ for keeps
Six shells in the revolver leave you six feet deep
Seven chances for forgiveness; seven chances rejected
Eight grams in a dope sack, swiftly injected
Nine millimeters in the barrel, nine in the clip
Ten infallible reasons for escapin’ this shit
That’s why I wish death upon whoever calls it “the game”
‘Cause once you decide to play, you ain’t never the same
End up bleedin’ on the corner, nothin’ more than a pawn
I guess you never really know what you have…until it’s gone…

[VERSE 2]

Soldiers ride like knights of old; for da’ honor they’re slain
Gilded pushas buildin’ castles outta bricks of cocaine
Velvet niggas carriage pimpin’, tradin’ horses for Caddy’s
Highway niggas packin’ hawks like invading Arabis
And if this imagery's lost on you, you ain't a believer
Malcom X lookin' down like "They ain't gettin' me neither"
Lookin' back on my life, every now and again
I realize I'm still a part of the system I condemn
Still I toil endlessly, to this word I'm a slave
Hopin' one day, because of me, a life can be saved
To all my brothers in the struggle; remember, be strong
And when fortune smiles upon us we'll be rightin' these wrongs
That's why I embrace the pain, though it cuts like a knife
'Cause it ain't a punishment; it's just a facet 'a life...

[VERSE 3]

Don’t need a single reason to send hollows flyin’ through the air
Not ashamed to say I hate you for the colors that you wear
Say I’m perpetuatin’ ignorance with words praisin’ violence
Kill or be killed, mothafucka, it’s far from a science
The only friend who won't betray you lies among the deceased
That's why paranoia's the byproduct of life on the streets
Where every day's another nightmare in the city of dreams
Where the plights of life and death and weighed on cold triple beams
Where niggas takin’ what they wanted filled the void the Panthers left
Where the blood of soldiers taints the Father’s holy manuscript
And to the world watchin’, don’t hate me for the way that I live
Hate me for thinkin’ bout repentance for the things that I did
I ain’t preachin’ revolution like that nigga Technique
But if I turn away from the violence there can never be peace
Nor chance of humanity payin’ back what she owes
Nor hope for future evolution past the life that I chose
Now as the Glock erupts, be sure, the world continues to spin
And as his casket closes, know that provocation’s his sin
May another headstone inspire change from above
But until then, these ghetto hearts can harbor no love
MC Mafia, nigga, y'all don't respect what I do?
Then respect the fact that everything I'm sayin' is true
'Cause with every bangin' soldier lyin' dead in the grass
We take another step closer to leavin' the past.

/me notices to the sing.

/do Leave the past

[SBF]Peanutt: Damn it's nice music nigguh.

/me nods while keeping the steering wheel with his left hand and driving off.

/do Radio still on

(( Nice Lyrics Clutch , sounds good. ))