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Killah Priest
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PJs
My past and my present My name is Priesthood Is it too televised for you? Is it too real for you? Domination, world population Keep me runnin' while I'm gunnin' at Satan Please, Lord, let me fly Give me answers to the when, where, how, and why To questions we asked, back of my school class I know I'm not a fool raised by my cool dad Then he passed, started cuttin', smokin' hash Damn, I was an ill shorty! Thinking of the years That my peers was here before me Court cases, buying beer by the 40 Getting scary thoughts When I'm playing with my Legos Stacking pieces, I build 'em like a cage yo Is it my cage I'm in? Is it the rage I'm in? Why they degrade my skin? I say my prayer while I'm looking at the guns flare Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A victim fall while the innocent young stares Don't blame it on the sunshine Don't blame it on the moonlight Don't blame it on the hood times Rhymes start to sink in My own hood may be my cross Police, my crown of thorns Same child y'all pounded on On the roof, ice picks Someone shoots, this whole world is crazy As the herb smoke swirl, I'm hazy Can't let the devil get the best of me This ghetto's not my legacy My middle finger to the flag with my bandaged ribs The other click on a mag You gotta see the PJs for what it is And life and what we know The world is what we know I'm just gonna pour me a glass of
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