Moanin'

[Killah Priest] This goes out, to all the brothers that lost somebody And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down Sisters too... [Antonio Chance aka Shanghai the Messenger] We'll be moanin' for my peeps, who've got shot down in the street We'll be moanin' for my brothers who've got locked down in jail We'll moanin' for my sisters who be constantly abused Moanin' for the children who resisted our fail Moanin' for my peoples who are dying all We trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on [Verse 1: Killa Sin] Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger Murderous, floating in the midst of perfect strangers Killarm Saddam we're built with golden arms Prophesies about the black bomb, we drop, bodily harm The shot graze ya, who snitched the cops neighbors Thick crack rocks invade your block major Spots been taking his time for move making Mood thugs breaking and leave your styles faking Cream is the theme of this wicked world we breathing Scheming whilst dreaming I fantasize a squeezing Zoning, thinkin' about case I grab the foam in Blaze off, one to your dome, your left moanin... [Verse 2: Killah Priest] I take a walk through the park at night, living a black life And while I'm stepping over crack pipes, everybody wants to get high But nobody really wants to die, they only have fun for a season But for what reason, plus who do you believe in? They drink forties with they shorties, telling war stories Some rebel, and some give a glory And fame is like a game in the streets (wassup g) players kicking game to the freaks, crack buildings Packed with black children, entrepreneurs producing stacks by the millions The young kids they want rings and things The buildings is flooded up with fiends But I stand strong like a black pope Gazeing through the crack smoke Repent from the pagan ways I know your mind strays, but just listen to the phrase... [Antonio Chance aka Shanghai the Messenger] I'm moanin' for my peoples sleeping out in the cold Moanin' for the youths who try to make it on their own Moanin' for my peoples starving all over the world Moanin' for my people those they light fire-war Moanin' for my peoples who are dying all We're trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on.. But they'll be moanin', weeping, and crying out for pain Long to not afraid to you, oh when will it end.. they'll be moanin' (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) [Killah Priest] The great massacre, we fled to Africa The 7 year D Babylon 10 buck 2 page 83 And all the lies about Africanas, and Nostradamus, promise Atomic, bomb, Saddam, Hussein, who's names not written in the book of life This be the exodus out of flesh and lust, common minded Abominable and declined?, blast framers, adulterers and drug schemers.. They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin'... (the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..) They'll be moanin' (they'll be moanin' and weeping and crying out for more) They'll be moanin' (long to not afraid to you oh when will it end..) They'll be moanin' (they'll be moanin') (the whole damn world) They'll be moanin'