all victims of the flood Somewhere a brave heart must survive Yes, someday the truth will bury the lie Yah, somewhere a brave heart must survive Too many here been prisoners
heed to this lesson Put down the aggression And pick up all these words that I'm now manifestin' Let's make a difference, help the homeless and prisoners in prison
all over you hip-hop conference Landed in an unidentified flying object Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones
gettin their talk on (SAY WORD?!) Why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be (so I roll alone) I'm trapped within, this skin and these bones
fruit of the vine Come with me now and just lie to me Tonight we'll pretend we're alive Our brother's wind flows on and on Bones and flesh lives that
streets With the tombstone blues The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison
'm quite dead Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid But heaven ain't no place, brother and love ain?t no word, sister And prison ain
than water, crueler than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at his tongue To hear the golden note turn in a groove, Prisoners of wishes locked
over you hip-hop conference Landed in an unidentified flying object Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous Acidest arsonist, burnin' your bones
they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it Give Bone
pimps gettin' their talk on Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be so I roll alone I'm trapped within this skin and these bones
the fool would persist in his folly, he would become wise. Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is pride's cloke. Prisons are built with stones of law, brothers
my political prisoners, individual listeners Who feelin this - come forward And to the bone shakers and the home makers Raisin our own saviors - come forward [VERSE 2: Brother
And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something weak Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that I'm in my zone My brother said
I'm Grand Hustle pimp (yes) to the meat and bones (yes) I'm eating out these niggas plates and I ain't leave a bone (naw) Tryna pick a bone, homie best
to thank you) [Chorus: w/ variations] [Verse 3: Supreme + Promoe] And mom, you taught me how to see things from the bright side That's why my brother