Take Ya Time

[Intro: Hell Razah] Uh, every project Article One Every hood, every ghetto Freedom of Speech, this one we gon' talk to them This goes out to the hoods, 4th Disciple Every ghetto need a government, you know? Think of the times, man, when responsibilities become for real From Red Hook to Ohio, baby, A-One [Chorus: Hell Razah, children] Take your time, young man, I remember they used to say All that glitter ain't gold, I remember they used to say You got to live your life... you got to live your life Take your time, young man [Hell Razah] We was young men, never thought it would come to an end In the projects, I lived there, Red Hook, Brooklyn Before kings got shot at, for beige sheep skins Reminiscin' on the nights we didn't listen to Glenn On the stoupe, smokin' weed drinkin' a fifth of gin We had the same Timberlands before that winter came in Now I begin to make a change before my seed get ten In the womb of the beast, we like the seed that sin Through the children is the only way we breathe again We never notice it, but still the drug game, is over with You either die or go to jail, for the one controllin' it We never ship it, but always get caught for holdin' it While the government finance those who float it in So who'se the culprits? The one ownin' it or who be smokin' it? To those who lost souls in the game, to my condolences Flashback to all the past blacks, died for cracks Made grandmothers faint out, and have heart attacks Fuck a democrat, welcomin' mat, we send them back Til we take back the almanac, to plan a format Never saw in rap, on a A-DAT, for real [Chorus] [Hell Razah] In my ghetto, son, the walls have ears Same rumors carried on for years, more and more forties and beers Reminiscin' on the pictures we shared, coffee park You blunted on the benches and stairs, and never scared Nigga violate at all, toe to toe in the square Elevator ride, you play a corner or catch a black eye Hot piece and butter, find a bell, taste the fat guy Back then, Black and Sly Time, had the loudest ride We went from petty crime, to up north, to federal time Money circulate, some paper chase for nickels and dimes Some will die while they was holdin' they steel, in automobiles You noticin' the snake eyes was all in his grill From success, come the envious, revenge and sex In the projects, no tellin' if you death be next Gamblin' bets, debts turn to techs and threats We all strugglin' from Puerto Ricans down to Aztecs [Chorus] [Outro: Hell Razah] All my young'ns, comin' up..