Killah Priest - When Will We Learn? Lyrics
[chorus x2: killah priest]When are we ever gonna learn?One day we all gonna burnLife in the fast laneAre we ever gonna change?Same shit, different dayThe price that a thug pay[killah priest]I heard a wise man once say thugs prayBut still slugs spray from the double barrelsFallin pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin prophetsRelease the pain from the deepest closetIts like a secret that we keep in bondageMothers weapin from they projectsFirst it be that soul, send to haunt the empty hallsMemories painted on the wallLike the lambs blood on the doors, of the black hebrewsNowadays the same people on subway trains sellin street newsA ghetto movie, with no sequelsBut I still show you previewsThat will free you, from your evilAn old man, cookin her-on, over hot tea spoonsOld gs are all evil, usin dope needlesWearin fan parafanilsWe live in the black hole, where no one can hear usThe valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrorsThe world fearers, first make em feel usCome on![chorus x2][killah priest]The solomon couldnt say it betterIts all vanity, and sanityWe come from broken familiesMy own pops abandoned me, black becomelyThe spirits of lords upon me, I grew up hungryNow we chase money, and live grungyThe fears want me, to bring me to the hills of this countrySo they can jump me, feel me up, in land and dump meDamn right I said it bluntlyI aint scared of none of yall monkeysAt school my teachers used to flunk meHopin one day I turn to junkeyBut only God can judge me, words of makaveliBlack israeli, hear me? told you yall niggas gonna feel meKillah priest ak masada, sincerely yours[chorus x2][killah priest]So check out my darkest secrets, my truest confessionsCome to you as a blessing, parental viewing in this aggressionIs advised, tune in to the wise, zoom in your eyesStep up closer, to the light, like that child on poltergeistWisdom be ultra rightExplosive to the sight, 3d, virtual realityVerbal mentality, come with meLoad up your gun with me, run with meBecome one with me, this is channel threeHigh definition, ghetto tv, dvdCable networks, stick your fingersIn the bullet holes in my sweatshirtTake it out and taste the blood, so you can see that its realA view from masada, give kids, chill[chorus x2]
