Pieces of a (Black) Man
Title | Pieces of a (Black) Man |
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Artist | AZ |
Album | Pieces of a Man |
Release Date | 1998-03-26 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Produced By Trackmasters] [Hook x2] Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel Trapped on savage land it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys busting nines Some serving state bids 'cause they hustle blind [Verse 1: AZ] Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolees My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me I follow rules, through the knowledge swallow jewels A form of teachin' from the streets, never taught in school You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools Solitude certifies all moves So I walk the path of this old dread that lead me off the Ave Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past It's poison plays in these foul days Housin' cops and they foul ways and walkin' through a wild maze Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain Sleet, hail, snow or rain, I guess the game'll never change [Hook] Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel Trapped on savage land it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys busting nines Some serving state bids 'cause they hustle blind [Verse 2] Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises Poor images, project life drained my innocence I saw the worst genocide, I guess the world is cursed My old earth identified, though her soul is for the church She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deceased To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope And though I sold some coke, it was only to stay afloat Amongst the frozen hearted, some now bentin', some departed Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started The crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and tres The MAC sprays, puffin' lye, truth anddays And though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville I Know the Ledge, meditating holdin' my head Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead [Hook x2] Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel Trapped on savage land it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys busting nines Some serving state bids 'cause they hustle blind You might also like[Verse 3] I played all positions, plus learned from each mission Politic with all type niggas with different diction I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt and how I lit it up But time flyin', playing these corners'll let it slide by Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry So play the game, other slow up change the lane Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain It's a part of scriptures, put together with different mixtures They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures Interogatin'g, locating destination Estimating or play a part of them investigating It's on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin' Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin' So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit The last of these real reps left turned legit [Hook x3] Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel Trapped on savage land it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys busting nines Some serving state bids 'cause they hustle blind |