[Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Madam D)]
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Yo, I speak the truth (Preach it Prodigal!)
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Let it be known
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there's no seekers in the game
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No seekers in life
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[Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs*]
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You can't see all the shit we go through
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Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes
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[Prodigal Sunn]
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A pure example of an unjust world glamorous is, stupid men
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Women simple minds, foolish at times
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but in the hood, we strive to stay alive
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nickle and dime, read through the riddles and signs
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Avoid crime, the best way I can
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It's hard being a black man
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See every hand is against my head, you understand
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I speak from my hungry mouth, gun in my crouch
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Bloody tears, so many faces died through the years
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Question myself "Where do I go from here?"
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Do I take it all, escape from hell, disappear?
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It be the glare of a living legend, I got a son, seven
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Brother Jamal seven, I plan to give him heaven
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I died for his blessings, God, I learned my lesson
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Made the devil burn in my prescence
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I made my daughter speak ebony essence
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From the tree of life, aiyo, we free tonight
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I hope y'all people see the light
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[Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs* ]
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You can't see all the shit we go through
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Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes
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Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues
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We did it live from the House of Blues
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Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues blues blues
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Yo, I got nothing to lose
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[Prodigal Sunn]
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Political, critical times, unforgettable minds
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Through the cold nights and rainy dayz, the sun still shines
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Memories of my deceased fam, rest in peace
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But a release from green, flash, remedy for stress relief
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Fresh like a thief in the jungle
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eat amongst the humble, keep the numbers all in them bundles
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I gotta, gotta secure my family
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School my son, my nephew, the man he claim to be
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Modern-day segregation, in these streets we roam
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Heart-breakin', to see my brother die by the face of the chrome
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My ace be leasin' up-state, doin' seven bones
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Heard my cousin Kasheen, we soon be home
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Put 'em on, let 'em know we got no time for wrong
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Dedicate this song to young, gifted and strong, song
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[Hook]
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[Prodigal Sunn]
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This attraction be the black of the slums, the cracks and the guns
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Fiends, snitches and bitches roll ones under the sun
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On the avenue, scarred, bullets seek through cars
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RZA bars help me vision Allah
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Speak verb to any peeps in these streets we breathe
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All I wanna do is eat and achieve
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Teach my seed, to stay away from envy and greed
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'Cuz these devils in the mist wanna see a nigga bleed
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You know the hood is trife, only few taste a good life
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Stand to my rights, stuck through mad days and Winter nights
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I promise, to never play with mics
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Say what you like, when I spray pipes
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Scatter your composition of rice twice, sharp with the dice
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Study the Art of War, take my advice or lose ya life, life, life, life
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[Hook]
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House Of Blues
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Sunz of Man |