[Killah Priest]
  Yeah, take it back, in the days
  You know, of reminising
  Just, just chillin
  Word
  Late at night, ah shoot its damn near morning
  Check it out
  
  From shootouts at block parties, from God Bodies
  That flooded the project lobbys, cold degrees
  Smokin weed, talkin 'bout the black and latin seeds
  Durags and universal flags
  On the ave little niggas throwin up tags
  They get defeated, almost bit the broken tree
  I recall, niggas who was nice in basketball
  Just as my nephew, he had a gift that was special
  But instead at least seein him with a scholarship
  I'm lookin at him in the funeral parlor and shit
  Life is a bitch, some go down, tryin to make it rich
  Some say "fuck it", and start takin shit
  Sometimes I wish, when bullets are sprayed, the fake niggas get hit
  Cuz you know, we know
  When you lose something that you really love, is hard to replace it
  But we have to face it till the day we lay
  
  [Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
  From niggas I've seen, places I've been
  Have my share of fake friends, ran with evil men
  Chillin with the snakes is a sin
  But through it all, I kept it real within
  
  [Killah Priest]
  From the giggles of a murderer, or the hugs of a burglar
  So many faces tryin to read us, I need an interpreters
  In these dark dreams, where the car thieves lurk
  around the park, Jeeps, NARCs creep
  At night the sharks eat, streets is so cold
  As if they hearts don't beat
  From niggas with tanktops, yellin bank stop
  At night they fight like gang cops
  Wet eachother like rain drops
  And keep sinnin till the game stop
  Until there's no longer breathin
  Shit at last the soul is leavin
  They goin nowhere fast
  Tryin to escape this life is a difficult task
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Killah Priest]
  To the little niggas on the corner holdin their dicks
  Rollin in clicks, had to get control in their strips
  I ain't provin shit, bad asses cuttin classes
  You need your ass split, maybe that will save you from that casket
  And I copped the blast quick, with young black males of black bastard
  See those niggas who trigger happy?
  Maybe they will take the lives of mad niggas' daddy
  I know it sound harsh, but I gotta kick it like this
  And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it
  Go to save the righteous
  and your ass walk around here lifeless
  Trust me, I know it, you say I'm psychic
  When the order hits its gonna be a crisis
  And believe me, I ain't gonna be concerned who's the nicest
  We made a crack sale, away the next fighters
  When you look up and see that sky lit, you will know Christ lives
  So until the next time, or if there is one
  Check for the jewel, I left deep in your eardrum
  Be aware, and stay awake, because we got to watch the snakes
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Outro: Killah Priest]
  Know I'm sayin? We gotta wake up motherfuckers
  We gotta sit together
  Word, you know?
  For all my motherfuckin, gigantic army
  And just, you know, being together
  The sky looks like Coney Black, nigga
  Be aware
  Yeah, fuck that shit