Solomon Childs - 21st Century lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, word... Godfather sh**... you know? Take your mind off it (yeah, what?) [Solomon Childs] My projects, this the funeral homes and Laundromats Hall of fame, for n***as who hit off gats Late comer, ain't turned ghetto since fourteen In the hood it's only money that the drop bring Solomon King, and when the toast ring You know I know, you yellow back n***as'll run Talkin' sh**, is like walkin' wet on the third rail My fault for hurtin' ya'll sales About to party like I'm Bobby Rail Cop grams off a Dominican in the well Fifth borough, marquise, livin' New York soap operas I see more drug dealers than doctors Neglect, hold a ratchet, but to Allah I'm still innocent I keep correspondin', wit thugs who needs witnesses Uncle Wise, 21st century [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] Ghetto celebrities, penitentiary bars Jealousy, guns, jigga spot number runs Criminals and deceased stars Look around you, son, who wouldn't get high [Remedy] We make music, til the wee hours of morn' These grays in my beard grow as time goes on Nothin' like the feeling, when you're hearin' our song The best things in life just don't last long Can't believe it, even little Barbara's gone Wifey cries everyday, but tries to be strong We all do things we no is dead wrong Can't get it where you fit in, if you don't belong Wait for no man, make moves for delf You can't understand, I write songs for self Seen misery and company, along with wealth The real j**el is happiness and good health Know cats that had money and now they're dead broke Straight up clean kids, who now smoke coke Smokin' up cigarettes and died of a stroke What used to be respected, now is a joke [Chorus] [Remedy] 21st century, my suggestion to you is to Remedy If you don't know your enemy, then you're already dead Rest in peace, God bless, the realest sh** said (life) [Solomon Childs] Last intermission, Body Brighton thrill-ogy Stressed out momma, Stephanie Mills Project black house, sell crack to pay bills New York crime scene, narcotic crime kings Chicks with the Chinese doobies, gold diggers wit the tight cooties Searchin' up the candy wit the big booties Draw part headed, hard headed growin' up And hard head will make a soft a** Rock pool old sneakers to cla** Introductions, the building of a plateau Playin' dominoes wit the beer hoes I thought Pink and B.D., be here forever I thought Sandy Brock would play basketball forever I thought Storm Fields would always give the weather Momma said "never say never" [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Life, and that's the way it is Solemnly swear, to always tell the truth Tell you what I see... That's what I'm here fore, autobiography Life... Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon...