Street Opera

[intro: killah priest, (hell razah)]

Back in the day, (times, struggles)

940, (in the ghetto)

Going through hell to come out right

This is what we must go through to reach heaven

(this what we go through..) to reach heaven..

(to escape hell,) ha,

[chorus: hell razah]

In the days of our life we got one life to live

As the world turns around negative through positive

At the edge of the nights, the guiding light

That leads to another world, for the young and the restless

Beware of your deathwish, to all my children in the general hospital

The most impossible,

We got for you the final saga of the street operas

[killah priest]

In my location is where they run the operation

You either stuck or getting bucked by the train station

Word is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad

And watch drop and they gone, they 9mm's

Make bitches scream high-pitch like a tweater

But shorty is a strong believer when he hold his heater

I use an onze of my mind to make rhymes,

And a half of brain to cause rain

Cuz life is like a game with no instructions

Streets they be tusslin' to have a brother bustin'

They adolescence carry weapons in they section, a wrong direction

When they all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic

And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to search

They pop you first and dig your pockets later

And maybe catch you for money or your pager (gimme that)

Or slice your throat with the razor..

An old man told me once, sitting on a chair rolling a blunt

I had a son your age, that ended up on front page

From the impact of a 12 guage, his assassination

Thrown me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face it

He shown me old fliks, he was up for a scholarship

Today is hard to swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so short

I still see him on a basketball court, the bullet took a part of me

The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it bothers me

And all the prayers that I gave god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard

That's when he took his picture

And send your bucked the streets will get ya,

It's either that or the price of liquor

Even me, I learnt as the days grew

That death is only a stage of phase 2,

Thank allah that he made you..

[chorus x3]

[outro: hell razah]

The final saga of the street operas

Of the street operas

The final saga of the street operas