Trackmasters - Pieces of a (Black) Man lyrics

[Produced By Trackmasters] [Hook x2] Pieces of a black man My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind [Verse 1: AZ] Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolees My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me I follow rules, do the knowledge, swallow j**els A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools Solitude certifies all moves So I walk the path of this old dread, that lead me off the Ave Absorbin' fast, learnin' from n***as I lost in the past It's poison plays in these foul days Housin' cops & they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain Sleet, hail, snow, or rain, I guess the game'll never change [Hook] [Verse 2] Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises Poor images, project life drained my innocence I saw the worst, genocide, I guess the world is cursed My old earth identified, though her soul is for the church She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deceased To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets I know the ropes, certain n***as to slow to cope And though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat Amongst the frozen hearted, some now bentin', some departed Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce & tres The MAC sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days And though it sound ill, through all the foul sh**, I'm down still All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I played all positions, plus learned from each mission Politic, wit all type n***as wit different diction I did it up, from young in some c*nt, the way I hit it up Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up But time flyin', playin' these corners'll let it slide by Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry So play the game, other slow up change the lane Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures Interogatin', locatin', destination' Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin' It's on goin', from them k**ers, to them broads hoin' Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin' So burn your clips And sit back, learn your sh** The last of these real reps left turned legit [Hook x3]