Babylon

[Intro: 2Pac] These little kids that was at the gas station It impressed me that them little kids was like 14 And they pumping people's gas Instead of like taking people's money like I would think That's the easy way, they pumping people's gas And you know people is cruel, they'll give you a quarter After watching you inhale vapors and everything They'll give you a quarter for pumping gas And I gave them little kids like 50 bucks And they was like..."Thank you" But that teaches them to work That-that teaches them that you work hard, and And being responsible, there's a reward for that And I think that just like I did that, corporations can do that And on a big level Just-you know-imagine if a corporation just sent a representative and said Just go hang out and-that-play with that playground And when you tell me you see the one Whatever, whatever kid is the coolest and shares the ball or Lets the most people play the basketball we will give him a scholarship You know how many...things How many...because that will bring hope You know what I'm saying? There's no hope And there's not gonna be too many Christmases without hope You know what I'm saying? And not to make it just about Christmas There's not gonna be too many more days without hope [Verse 1: Prince Apollo] Back against the wall like the Titans are on my back Running from the niggas shooting out that black Cadillac With that black strap and a black cap, busting that cap Running with Raven, city-born mavens before we heard that snap crack From that back trap, our bodies lacked fat, not the type to stack racks We were the type to pop flats, steal gats and rap on Macs So when we rap on tracks, our voice goes over fluently Grit, dirt and grime stuck in my mind wasn't the only thing that ruined me It fueled me, the emotional destruction of the introduction To society's malfunction, I saw it through the eyes of those lost in the function Fucking pigs beating the shit out of us until we can't even function I'm lost in the future while these other niggas stuck in the past No man-made idols of gods only plagues disguised as cash A plague of the unknown listening to rappers gloating and spending mass While we're sieges under the sea, barely floating but getting passed The gods of us keep hoping for more years this will last [Interlude: Raven] What's up my nigga? You clocked that nigga? You shot that nigga? You better hit that Glock my nigga They be killing niggas out here I ain't even playing it's kill or be killed My nigga this is the urban jungle Grass made of concrete with no cushion for your falls Damn Matthew you better kill that nigga (Yeah I know) [Verse 2: Prince Apollo] Soon it's not just gonna be the streets There will be a time when only the elite will be able to eat Because they're filled with demons and consumed with greed And when the poverty-stricken bleed it'll act as water to the seed The sunlight's rays for the damned lost in this maze Established by the ones destined for Hell's graves False gods will rise and lie that your soul will be saved Shit, I'm fighting for my goals, you like gold, you're made Of theories and lies, my soul can't find solitude in your eyes made of enormous size You say you're higher than Jesus but you can't leave us alone We've been on our own with no way of getting home I'm disintegrating like God's intentions from my soul to my bone My heart's as cold as your eyes of stone But my purpose won't be left alone Because I die a martyr in this fiery heat that's shown Shoot me but my ideas will not be blown You can kill me but never destroy my throne [Outro: Raven] Matthew, run, fucking run Keep running! I'm stuck, shit, Matthew I'm stuck! Are you just gonna leave me here? Fuck you! Fuck you how could you do this? I'm your brother, do you want me to die like him? Do you want me to die?... [Outro 2: Prince Apollo] On and on and on and on On this lonely road On and on and on and on And on and on and on