Modern Marvel

This desire... [Mos Def Singing] I come home high and she start to cry I can't take it.. A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it.. She be home with the kids, this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still Do things my way.. And it's so strong, soo strong It's like I'm dying.. Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there.. Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play Ain't no game at all.. I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling down Nothing breaks the fall.. And it's so strong, so strong It's like I'm dying.. Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there Flying.. Sounds of the sufferers pray I come home high and she start to cry I can't take it.. A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it.. She at home with the kids, this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still Black Dante and it's so strong.. So strong.. So strong.. So strong... I'm out there flying.. Flying.. Flying.. Flying... This game is fantastic..desire... [Mos Def Speaking] Killers..this life this life Lovers..this life this life Hustlers..this life this life Thieves..this life this life Gamblers..this life this life Niggas..Crackers..Children..Mothers..Fathers..Lovers..Neighbors..Hungry.. Full..the beautiful..the stars..the distance..the close..the stars.. The heavens..this life The floor..this life this life The high..this life The beneath..this life this life All..all..everywhere..everywhere..anywhere..somewhere..home... Come on, this how it goes on.. Ghetto people in the world today, get up! Ha! Look alive, breathe..wooh! Ha! How it goes... [Mos Def Rapping] Mother, mother... Head in her hands Her first born son dead in her hands The whole thing was a setup, a scam They knew it was set up and planned Niggas he worked with wet him and ran, and that's.. Brother, Brother... But son, I don't see no brother hood All I see is thugger hood Get rich and fuck the hood All they want is some good smoke from the hood Lookin for the shorty good stroke from the hood That's how they touch the hood But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black Because I'm brighter, black And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite Shout in the hood, we get the picture Cuz everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witcha What's going on? Ha! Understand this is real life.. This how it goes on, this how it goes on... It keep going on, this how it goes on... Ghetto people look alive, get free Get involved, remain to breathe...Ha! Wooh! If Marvin was alive now, wow.. What would I say to him? Where could I start? How could I explain to him?? I know the minor world would probably look strange to him Would he feel like today had a place for him? Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference When he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin? When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know.. That decades later we'd still be killin folks? Or did he hope that we would realize.. That we the first, the son of earth.. The moon and stars, the great beyond.. We black and proud, we brave and strong.. We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh.. And keepin on..? Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real.. This how it goes on, and you say you say This how it goes on, and you say you say This how it goes on.. Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha! Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat! Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat! Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat! Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat! There ain't nothin to be afraid of.. Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real... This how it goes on This how it goes on, keep goin on.. This how it goes on Now breathe! Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin Modern Marvel...