Stained Glass Freestyle 2

Uh-eh-eh-eh
(Killah Priest)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Antonio Chance)
Uh, it's like life, uh, uh

[Killah Priest]
A penny for your wishes; a dollar for your thoughts
A century in their prison, if you blow trial in court
You know the hustlers, cold, die young and never grow old
Dealers with faces, ice cold disciples
But if you slip they turn to Judas
A lot of big names blew it, so watch or move it
Yeah, real cats who really did it, never became rappers
They either in coffins or in jail
With their dates carved on thе walls with slashes
So who these guys but actors? You can't fool mе
My life's far from a movie
Priest the Stained Glass medallion; from yours truly
I'd been in every part of Brooklyn
I know all the gods, all the stars, all the hoodlums
So if pounds don't go down
You must be a dude from out of town
I play the silent robe, catch me by the lounge
But anyway with all that, we all lived the street life
Are you really wild as you say you are?
Same cats stunt, same cat in the grave tomorrow
Nah, we wanna get old, raise kids, gray beards
Looking back in the best years
We left here, while y'all carried on in the drug apocalypse
Thrown in the black pit that's bottomless
I wanna see days like Solomon
Seeing life through scope so I honor it
These dudes lying like getting shot is hot
They only say that cause they not witchu on the block
They ain't warning about the plans the government got for us
They work for the man we discovered in plot from cuffs
And please most of these emcees are cowards
All they talk about is the cheese and powder
But not the real like release the power
Cause a lot don't know, so the seeds won't grow
Which misleads to the enemy's threshold
Flesh cold on the gurney, soul leaves, start your journey
Everlasting no more, in return green
Ashes to ashes, gold halo bird wings
If we read God's words we could still thug it out
Not laying on the pavement blood in your mouth
G/Ciples, street survival, thug's for God
Come as you are, mugs with scars, broke with no jobs
Smoke in your jaws, high all you scratching
Heroin withdrawals, this ain't heaven, so why rest here?
Think about yesteryears, the blood, sweat and tears
How many dudes listen to Marvin? Cry for love
We rather listen to Mob men and die from slugs
They can't quote a verse from Jesus but know the verses from Ether
But won't listen to Nas when his records are deeper
Hold on let me take a breather; they won't listen to Priest either
Since when is it cool to run like a Cheetah?
Maybe we're too blunted off a reefer
Maybe we'll learn when them same bullets return
And it's too late, the hood is adjourned
The next court date is tomorrow
Think about of who you follow
Think about the time we're wasting
When you move upon that bottle
Shalom I stand behind the glass
May you think before you sink up in the gas?
Nuclear war man, we don't need that