The Perfect Rhyme

[Chorus]: I came back for the streets, my niggas need love The real niggas is gone and we ain't seen 'em You feel it in your heart, you know that I'm the truth The voice of the moment and what it's comin' to And nobody ever represented so good My whole damn life make it seem so hood Hennessy, Cognac, X pill poppin' My nigga I'm a ghetto prophet [Verse One]: What if slavery's a dream a dope fiend had Crills underneath his teeth and suddenly he relapsed The sips at the bay of the African soil Woke up and the nightmare existed no more What if George Bush is the second comin' of Christ? Destruction is the matrimony of sight Cause if he is the messiah and God is white What if life is the afterlife and we already dead? The footage of the moment replayin' in our head Loopin' over, until you die for the second time What if money influence your intelligence and mind And those will the lesser, are really the oppressors Would you still want a million dollar under that pressure? What if niggas is color blind and whitey is the niggas? And poisoning they skin color make 'em act different Cause black niggas make 'em slang crack for a livin' [Chorus]: I came back for the streets, my niggas need love The real niggas is gone and we ain't seen 'em You feel it in your heart, you know that I'm the truth The voice of the moment and what it's comin' to And nobody ever represented so good My whole damn life make it seem so hood Hennessy, Cognac, X pill poppin' My nigga I'm a ghetto prophet