Street Opera

[Intro: Killah Priest, (Hell Razah)] Back In The Day, (Times, Struggles) 940, (In The Ghetto) Going through hell to come out right This is what we must go through to reach heaven (this what we go through..) to reach heaven.. (to escape hell,) ha [Hook: Hell Razah] In the Days of Our Lives we got One Life to Live As the World Turns around negative and positive At the edge of the nights, The Guiding Light That leads to Another World For the Young and the Restless beware of your Deathwish To All My Children in the General Hospital The most impossible We got for you the final saga of the Street Operas [Killah Priest] In my location is where they run the operation You either stuck or getting bucked by the train station Word is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad And watch drop and they gone, they 9mm's Make bitches scream high-pitch like a tweeter But shorty is a strong believer when he hold his heater I use an ounce of my mind to make rhymes And a half of brain to cause rain Cause life is like a game with no instructions Streets they be tussling to have a brother busting They adolescence carry weapons in they section A wrong direction, when they all pack protection Forgotten knowledge, is all symbolic And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to search They pop you first and dig your pockets later And maybe catch you for money or your pager (give me that) Or slice your throat with the razor.. *echo* An old man told me once, sitting on a chair rolling a blunt I had a son your age, that ended up on front page From the impact of a 12-gauge, his assassination Drove me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face it He shown me old flicks, he was up for a scholarship Today is hard to swallow it Damn I never thought life could be so short I still see him on a basketball court The bullet took a part of me, the doctor said it hit the artery Every now and then it bothers me And all the prayers that I gave God Wouldn't bring him from the graveyard That's when he took his picture And send your bucked the streets'll get ya It's either that or the price of liquor Even me, I learnt as the days grew That death is only a stage of phase two Thank Allah that he made you.. [Hook x3] [Outro: Hell Razah] The final saga of the street operas Of the street operas The final saga of the street operas