To Kill a Shadow

[Intro] All I respect is money bro That shit just trying to get this paper You know what I mean I ain't got nothing else All I got is time on my..time [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Yo Time on my mind with not a second to spare Want everybody from the ghetto to be a millionaire But to get that guap they gotta earn it Egos, they got to burn it Divide and conquer, gotta unlearn it We living in the days where the killers like prey Lions in my eyes they behead us for the pay We [?] protest against yay With God we might've had it right, but godless I stay Born here, raised here, summers in J-A Get up at the same time getting money every day Mr. Officer we got the ears of the youth Staring at a king, I guess I would be afraid too [Chorus: May Marquart] How to kill a shadow is to shine a lot of light (shine a lot of light) People in every ghetto, you gotta know you'll be alright So hold on, better days are here, my friend (better days) Only thing to fear is fear itself That's where you'll live (where you'll end up) So hold on [Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall] Africa, mother to civilization Hundred kids mobbin' out at Kennedy Station Unaware that they're the descendants of Moses I gotta revitalize the hood 'fore my eye closes Young G's please turn your cheek to the posers The OG's suffers through the rightful and hoeses The [?] clubs to the head so we can throw monies Sniff coke, pop pills to drop out and talk funny Every February you revolutionary as soon as march hit blow the whistle, back on the market Selling street stories make my brother the target Putting god first when you on the red carpet Each one, teach one, love your neighborhood But love the people more, we steady misunderstood I heard gunshots echo at the peace rally Why I'm a POI, what a burden to carry [Chorus:May Marquart] [Spoken Conversation] [Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall] Depressin', stressin', underachieving Life make you question what you believe in People that you know become strangers, when money comes Unfamiliar actions when the money run low, everybody gone yeah Where the ghetto money though? It's just you and got bills and your tax debts Profits you think you made, the IRS hasn't taxed yet The system works for the hands of the architects Ultimately we prosper, no matter the hurdle Prove yourself with the actions and never the verbal Men cheat, women lie, numbers get doctored Stand tall, and be careful who you rock with [Chorus: May Marquart] So hold on