What's the meanin of ghetto fabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin
Some underground heads is hatin
cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government
You a fool if you don't think they
Medicine is big business so
It's music is for the people so
Listen, you hear the difference between
science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on
every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud
On the corner watchin how kids comin
to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need
chasing after what they want
you walk down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out
When you a ghetto chef you mastered
Some get caught sleepin on the Mother
They come back as tales of niggas
Never looked up to see the stars
in all they heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral
is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is played out,
like respect and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it
be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God
Good mourning, good afternoon,
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right,
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight
I need you all to be clear on
With your attention span I understand
You mistaken if you somehow
think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy
My heart is racin but I know
We chasin death carelessly like
+Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can understand
don't necessarily mean that what
In case you die in your sleep you
ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that
You'll never know who the assassin
is until it's your time to go
askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear
the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you
death is harder; you somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother,
now your spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when
we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights
so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered
Good mourning, good af ternoon,
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right,
Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and
Grover Washington, rock rock on and
My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and
Freaky Tah rock rock on and
Jerome Green, rock rock on and
Slang Ton, rock rock on and