Song Sheet-Ghetto Psalms [talking] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Marcy what y'all niggas know about Bedstuy One

time Chrous Lord Forgive me, fo' I sin (again 'n' again) Just try'na stay on top just try'n win I recall Memories filled with sin Again and again Lord forgive me Verse One Yo Wen you hear 'bout Marcy, You Think Do or die Rest In Peace, to all my homey's Livin' in the sky Kno' der in heaven, watchin' above me, can't let 'em down gotta make it, dreams of bein' Internationaly Known Get rich of tellin' stories, with my flow on beat Make a mill of it, coz my story, our story is deep See as a Youth, all I did was, spend tyme in da kitcen with soda A hustler, how girls, would step within' range of my rover even thou there knew, that I was trouble thats why I lived in disguise but smooth little girls, fall in love with rough guys How I use to move da streets iller dangerous than the man who made thriller No red Jacket on me, but I be a Killer ready to murda e'thin' movin' if my situation ain't Improvin' now A Kid so Lost, beggin' to be found What I need is simple New begginnins and a Happy ending In this lyfetyme I don't really see nuthin' changin' travell'd 'round da world it's da same shit in ghettoes everywhere homey real niggaz either dead or locked up chroney ain't nothin' good down here in the fuck'n hood wish I could pack my bags n runway from 'ere nd wouldn't come back even if I could Chrous Lord Forgive me, fo' I sin (again 'n' again) Just try'na stay on top just try'n win I recall Memories filled with sin Again and again Lord forgive me Verse Two The first verse ain't even my best verse, how Hungry I am Ya'll Niggaz have no clue, this right 'ere is da music of a mad man So Much hate in his heart, coz der is a lotta pain in his heart In da hood many like me, many soulz torn apart nd da the goverment, play their part Oppress us, coz der kno' wer they is oppression der is bound to be a drug proffession and most of us we young, and dumb, don't kno' any better

but we got heart, we love da cars, money and her n' her n' her Yeah bitches nd Your crew ridin' with you, but when you get caught, wat der do? der forget about, you start actin' lik der never even knew you All my lyfe this bullshit I been through ghetto prisioner, goin' ta sleep with a three-fifty-seven coz I ain't ready to go to heaven still got dreams, wanna live my piece of my Americana dream to homey Jay z, Puffy daddy, Dre 'n' Biggie, Thats Victory, Thats Glory See where there came from, is where Im coming from So I give some love to' 'em fo' wat der done Chrous Lord Forgive me, fo' I sin (again 'n' again) Just try'na stay on top just try'n win I recall Memories filled with sin Again and again Lord forgive me Verse Three Marcus Garvey said Free the Black Community can you understand, why Pac, made Brenda got a baby Understand why Jay said it's a Hard Knock Life then you pass away A nigga get murd'd in my hood, n' u be lik but I was just with him earlier on today Think its tyme fo' us to really think what Black power really is homey when you see me, see you chroney What Up Blood, wat up crip, wat up cuz Black on Black murda can't you see you killin' us niggaz don't how ta stand together, so divided der fall shout out to my nigga Prince Hall let my music move across da globe lik freemasons This world it's da Gawds and Earths vs the demons Middle finger at Minister Farrakhan, say it ta his face so he never forget fuck'n snakes, responsible fo' da death of Malcolm X Rest In Peace to my hero, Made me the man you see HIm Marcus Garvey and the late bob Marley pardon me I meant to say the great Bob Marley Yeah sing the song fo' me Chrous Lord Forgive me, fo' I sin (again 'n' again) Just try'na stay on top just try'n win I recall Memories filled with sin Again and again Lord forgive me Outro I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it's for or against.