Back with a Vengeance/ Inject Ether in every sentence/
Orchestrate percussion in right precession for henchmen/
On the Other side/ You know you suppose to Ride/
Don’t be scared now, n***** is shooting at your butterflies/
A Mother Cries… Soprano/ A Brother Dies . . Piano/
Now bring in the Cello/ Its another sad concerto/
Its all too familiar to my people/
Same scene, same story line, but this ain’t TiVo/
Through the Eye of a heroine needle/ I seen heros grow feeble/
Tossed back to 3 fifths people/
Those cotton picking rappers talking bout real s***/
While scheming on they happiness sorta like Will Smith/
But my real gift? I ain’t been Jaded (Jada) by ill s***/
I still think I’m Cassius Clay/ I might be shaking, but I’m fighting until I pass away/
What that bastard say?/ I said my father left me on a Saturday/
No Son Day (Sunday)/Had to learn to be a man by Monday/
Needless to say, those were weak days (Weekdays)/
But by the week end, I emerged in my peak phase/
No Depression, no trips to the hospital/
I’m spitting these raps, but it’s the Gos-pital/
I’m looking for affection/ in a city with no protection/
Not ass, talk cash/ that gives my ears erections/
Show me love/ and I’m go back and show me thug/
Each one, teach one, and that’s how we move above/