Chorus: [az]
pieces of a black man (uh huh)
my thoughts travel, trapped on savage land itand's like taboo (taboo)
stuck in time, so many young boys bustinand' nines (bustinand')
some servinand' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
pieces of a black man
my thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land itand's like taboo
(yeah)
stuck in time, so many young boys bustinand' nines (bustinand')
some servinand' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
az:
yo when times get trifle
iand'm subjected to street survival
see many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles
livinand' holy, but currency seem to control me
movinand' coldly, in the presence of old parolies
my mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like goldie
police know me, but ainand't got enough to hold me (yeah)
i follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
a form of teachinand', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh)
you caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools
solitude certifies all moves
so i walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the ave. (yeah)
absorbinand' fast, learninand' from niggas i lost in the past (yo)
itand's poison plays in these foul days
housinand' cops and they foul ways, and walkinand' through a wild maze
holdinand' my brain, tryinand' to maintain
sleet, snow, or rain, i guees the gameand'll never change
chorus: [az]
pieces of a black man
my thoughts travel, trapped on savage land itand's like taboo (taboo)
stuck in time, so many young boys bustinand' nines (yeah)
some servinand' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
az:
since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis
poor images, project life drained my innocence (uh huh)
itand's all the worst genocide, i guess the waterand's cursed
my old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh)
she prayed for peace, hopinand' iand'm saved before she lay deciest
to say the least, the wardenand's to wise to play the streets
i know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah)
and though i sold some coke, it was only to stay afloat
amongst the frozen hearted, some bentinand', some departed
inhalinand' chocolate, tracinand' back to where it started
the crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and tres
the mack sprays, puffinand' lye, truth and days
and though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, iand'm down still
all aroudn real, rough is the grounds in brownsville
i know the ledge, meditatinand', holdinand' my head
eyes red, itand's doe or die till iand'm dead
chorus: [az]
pieces of a black man (black, uh huh)
my thoughts travel, trapped on savage land itand's like taboo
stuck in time, so many young boys bustinand' nines (what)
some servinand' state bids cuz they hustle blind
pieces of a black man (yeah, travelinand' cand'mon)
my thoughts travel, trapped on savage land itand's like taboo
stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustinand' nines
some servinand' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
az:
i played all positions, plus learned from each mission
politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction
i did it up, from young in some cunt, the way i hit it up
bugginand' off my first philly blunt, and how i lit it up
but time flyinand', playinand' these cornersand'll let it slide by
puffinand' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry
so play the game, other slow up change the lane
awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain
itand's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures
they tricked us, got us trapped in takinand' pictures
interogatinand', locatinand', destinationand'
estimatinand', or play a part of them investigatinand'
itand's on goinand', from them killers, to them broads hoinand'
unknowinand' first time fellons on trial blowinand'
so burn your clips
and sit back, learn your shit
the last of these real reps left turned legit
chorus: [az]
pieces of a black man
my thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land
itand's like taboo (taboo)
stuck in time, so many young boys bustinand' nines (bustinand')
some servinand' state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind
pieces of a black man (black man)
my thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel)
itand's like taboo
stuck in time, so many young boys bustinand' nines
(buck, buck, buck, buck)
pieces of a black man
my thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, itand's like taboo
(taboo baby)
stuck in time, so many young boys bustinand' nines
some servinand' state bids cuz they hustle blind
pieces of a black man
