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[ti:A Crying Heart]
[ar:Killah Priest]
[al:Behind The Stained Glass]
[by:活在當(dāng)下]
[00:00.82]Killah Priest - A Crying Heart
[00:01.48] 活在當(dāng)下 制作
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[00:01.87]Yeah, yeah, my name is Priest
[00:05.47]You know what it is man
[00:07.04]Here me out there world
[00:08.42]What you got on this man?
[00:09.90]Big time we gotta get it
[00:12.18]What's over there? I go it
[00:12.72]Lock that!
[00:13.44]Priesthood, knaw'mean?
[00:14.50]It's real son, it's real son
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[00:15.54]I only fucks - with - what's - real
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[00:21.53]Led he who have sin, sin no more
[00:22.88]Tired of kicking the door, shootouts, blood and gang wars
[00:25.65]Chainsaws, tied up spouses, cocaine laws
[00:28.21]Hawaiian outfits with SKs that bloodstain walls
[00:30.75]Till you're losing ounces, niggas see the life that drug game calls
[00:33.43]You're crying fountains on the calls, saying, "Please, she's only four"
[00:36.27]Pleading the merciless men that murder your kin
[00:38.83]Sending you threats over the phone and they murder again
[00:41.20]Now you either make the payments or funeral arrangement
[00:43.80]Contemplating, federal building put their name in a statement
[00:46.40]Poor choices, take this like the gem from the pearl of oysters
[00:49.31]Still wet on my tongue, rep where you're from
[00:51.69]And your boy just see real niggas respected
[00:55.44]Deliver this message to the dumb and the deceased
[00:58.51]We all from the streets, made they rest in peace
[00:59.39]While I wreck this beat with techniques
[01:02.45]Resurrect speech with flows are deep in soul
[01:03.19]I tell Ms. Rahman, I'm sorry what happened that evening
[01:05.20]But it was Tone; his name came up now we even
[01:07.70]And Mr. James I wish I could change, but Todd
[01:10.18]Shouldn't of did what he did, you can't blame Rob
[01:12.73]And Ms. Stevens, what can I say? A close call
[01:15.64]But it wasn't me you visit at the morgue
[01:17.62]When they killed Spark that night, my heart went to the right
[01:20.33]My chest got tight, that was a hard one to fight
[01:22.77]Hood mysteries that no one could figure out
[01:25.29]Plain and simple, facts were there
[01:26.96]Going through packs of beer
[01:28.22]Make me run to the roof; let the Mac off in the air
[01:30.69]You was always strapped, gave me dap then threw up the pairs
[01:33.22]Like yeah, I missed those years, I dish out tears
[01:36.07]Strange dreams at night make me wish you was here
[01:38.43]Tommy you should have watched your back
[01:40.65]Instead he let them niggas plot and then form an attack
[01:43.39]His shots echo, bounced off the building in the ghetto
[01:46.22]Mass genocide, inner-city children of the barrel
[01:48.77]And Mr. John, I did what I did 'cause of revolution
[01:51.89]You're damn near sixty, may you lay next to Newton
[01:54.09]The dollar bill, "In God We Trust"
[01:56.38]Does God stand for Guns, Oil, & Drugs they gave to us?
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[01:59.19]I only fucks - with - what's - real
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[02:05.06]It's project living regardless revolvers are spitting
[02:07.41]When drama is lit, guns will get clipped, the mission
[02:10.00]No bottles were ribbing, just hollows from Henchmen
[02:12.27]Hell swallows us, death follows up
[02:14.33]Bullet shells, toddlers get bucked
[02:15.97]Black male role models are fucked
[02:17.60]The little girls promised the world but tomorrow turn sluts
[02:20.31]You either playing basketball or pushing crack in the hall
[02:23.20]Or either rap or getting macs out the board
[02:25.09]Now what's that, white supremacists?
[02:26.88]No rights for immigrants (no rights)
[02:28.38]Life imprisonment, some get life sentences
[02:30.68]Secret indict, whites swapping with businessmen
[02:33.49]We fight militant, keepers of words they're writing Genesis
[02:36.79]Black paintist Rome-like the images
[02:38.87]This goes to the judges and the senators
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[02:41.30]I only fucks - with - what's - real