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"Graves To Dig"


It goes one for the prophet, two for Islam,

Three for the Khutba from the Imam

Four for the Mother that birthed my frame

Five for the Father 'cause it's heart began

Been 'round the world suns all the same

Sometime's when I'm asleep I still call your name

Back when I was young I used to dream of fame

Now they all point their fingers sayin' "who's to blame"

Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls

Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns

They say, boy, don't ever ???, control your emotions

Take it like a man and make your stand

They say sex and violence go hand in hand

Every man blessed they gotta be tempted

Span through the depths of space and time

Stand, three eyes blind on the firin' line

Word to my man Divine, come too far

Singin' la allaha a lala

Twelve rakats short of my full day's prayer

I was hopin' that the Lord got some mercy to spare

It goes one for the ummah, two for the deen

Three for the Angels, four for the Alamin

Somewhere in between, totally obscene

Perfectly clean, I've got a Babylon Feeling

Wombs need healin', truth need revealin'

Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin'

Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door

Kings and the Queens and the slaves and their whores

For every lost cause where the martyr's are found

That funky little sound that make you wanna get down

Somebody told me once that love makes the world go 'round

And kids they carry pistols out on the playground

That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star

Put your lights on, put down your crosses

It's time to tally up your wins and your losses

It goes one for Scott LaRock and two for Pac and B.I.G

Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig [x3]