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アーティスト:Killah Priest  アルバム:View From Masada 

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[Killah Priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window pane Staring hopeless at the gentle rain When the messenger returns telling her that her child was slain She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good book read the scriptures and sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding D's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal for tomorrows drug test Scared niggaz hugging they techs don't want to get plugged next Outside there's a bloodfeast We all product, faced with hard luck Since the wrath of God struck Now we like "Yo Tone let me borrow a buck" He like "Yo what the fuck" Niggaz was born to be skeletons Or was it the curse of this dark melanin When I die will I open my eyes in Hell again With these jealous men Lord forgive me but I smell a gin On the lips of winos sent a plaque turned 'em all into Albinos With horns coming from their foreheads like Rhinos Read it in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my shows [Chorus 2x: Killah Priest] We go from hard times to part-times from part-time back to hard times That's the start of crime Till the day we see the father shine Light on us, trying to warn us We play the corners [Killah Priest] I visit monasteries where dons were buried Approached the bench with teary eyes trying to con the jury Christ said those of you without sin, cast the first stone


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