Killah Priest - Street Opera Lyrics
[intro: killah priest, (hell razah)]Back in the day, (times, struggles)940, (in the ghetto)Going through hell to come out rightThis is what we must go through to reach heaven(this what we go through..) to reach heaven..(to escape hell,) ha,[chorus: hell razah]In the days of our life we got one life to liveAs the world turns around negative through positiveAt the edge of the nights, the guiding lightThat leads to another world, for the young and the restlessBeware of your deathwish, to all my children in the general hospitalThe most impossible,We got for you the final saga of the street operas[killah priest]In my location is where they run the operationYou either stuck or getting bucked by the train stationWord is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up badAnd watch drop and they gone, they 9mmsMake *****es scream high-pitch like a tweaterBut shorty is a strong believer when he hold his heaterI use an onze of my mind to make rhymes,And a half of brain to cause rainCuz life is like a game with no instructionsStreets they be tusslin to have a brother bustinThey adolescence carry weapons in they section, a wrong directionWhen they all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolicAnd hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to searchThey pop you first and dig your pockets laterAnd maybe catch you for money or your pager (gimme that)Or slice your throat with the razor..An old man told me once, sitting on a chair rolling a bluntI had a son your age, that ended up on front pageFrom the impact of a 12 guage, his assassinationThrown me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face itHe shown me old fliks, he was up for a scholarshipToday is hard to swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so shortI still see him on a basketball court, the bullet took a part of meThe doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it bothers meAnd all the prayers that I gave god, wouldnt bring him from the graveyardThats when he took his pictureAnd send your bucked the streets will get ya,Its either that or the price of liquorEven me, I learnt as the days grewThat death is only a stage of phase 2,Thank allah that he made you..[chorus x3][outro: hell razah]The final saga of the street operasOf the street operasThe final saga of the street operas
