Remedy - 21st Century Lyrics
feat. Solomon Childs[Intro: Solomon Childs]Yeah, word...Godfather shit... you know?Take your mind off it (yeah, what?)[Solomon Childs]My projects, this the funeral homes and LaundromatsHall of fame, for niggas who hit off gatsLate comer, ain't turned ghetto since fourteenIn the hood it's only money that the drop bringSolomon King, and when the toast ringYou know I know, you yellow back niggas'll runTalkin' shit, is like walkin' wet on the third railMy fault for hurtin' ya'll salesAbout to party like I'm Bobby RailCop grams off a Dominican in the wellFifth borough, marquise, livin' New York soap operasI see more drug dealers than doctorsNeglect, hold a ratchet, but to Allah I'm still innocentI keep correspondin', wit thugs who needs witnessesUncle Wise, 21st century[Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs]Ghetto celebrities, penitentiary barsJealousy, guns, jigga spot number runsCriminals and deceased starsLook 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 onNothin' like the feeling, when you're hearin' our songThe best things in life just don't last longCan't believe it, even little Barbara's goneWifey cries everyday, but tries to be strongWe all do things we no is dead wrongCan't get it where you fit in, if you don't belongWait for no man, make moves for delfYou can't understand, I write songs for selfSeen misery and company, along with wealthThe real jewel is happiness and good healthKnow cats that had money and now they're dead brokeStraight up clean kids, who now smoke cokeSmo
