They say a good journalist always reflect the times
You got faith, you always gotta check for signs
Wake up, nigga (La música de Harry Fraud)

The question is, who's really leadin' the march? (Who's the leader?)
If they follow the light, then you could lead in the dark (stay focused)
They done lit a match to the fuse, we just needed a spark (boom)
You can't sit at the table if you got some greed in your heart (uh-uh)
This is not a movie where you could just read for the part (wrong movie)
So many times I've been searched and ID'd by the narcs (I'm clean, officer)
I've been on the wrong side of the brutal force of the cops (fuck the pigs)
You gotta see it from our position 'cause we was always taught they was opps, so (fuck 12)
Just to witness them seven days of the riotin' (woo)
It was days we was hungry and kinda felt like we was dietin' (remember that?)
I been tryin' to numb the pain just like I rubbed it with lidocaine (word)
For all the prisoners at wars that'll probably never see the light again (I miss you, Melly)
I buy more chains for all the ones that's chained up (what's up?)
I pop champagne for the ones that's goin' to keep guns in the Range truck (facts)
The truth is the government just wants to contain us (why?)
'Cause they scared, they don't wanna see anyone as dangerous (not at all)
As a 2Pac or Malcom X, per se (As-salamu alaykum)
Well, they need to listen close, 'cause this my exposé (you hear me?)
If I'm a God son just like Esco say (Nas, what up?)
'Cause we livin' in the times that make Kanye West go pray

So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was thuggin' on the block, we was runnin' from the cops
Duckin' shots from the opps, shit was brazy
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was hustlin' on the block, still huggin' on the block
Dumpin' shots at the opps, shit was brazy

Vintage Darius Miles Clippers home jersey, authentic
Clear stones in my pendent, smell the aroma of winners
You had that Benz, it was rented, I bought a Rolls for the winter
I gave a Rolls to my nigga, that's roses while we still livin'
Survivin' in this environment is an extreme accomplishment
It's motherfuckin' astonishin'
No strangers aboard the airplanes we arrivin' in
And we gon' leave when I say we leave, they'll clear the lobby 'til then
She ain't know that's how it really went
Them fools you was with was pretendin', see, baby girl, we really them
Really up, trucks cost half a million
Chain big as fuck, you'll look stupid tryin' to tuck it in
Never didn't work, never that, just the thought of it was wack
The fuck you call that? They always askin' where I bought it at
Sideline, mink coat on, Joe Namath back
Cleanin' out my old apartment, found a Jacob and a hundred stacks

So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was thuggin' on the block, we was runnin' from the cops
Duckin' shots from the opps, shit was brazy
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was hustlin' on the block, still huggin' on the block
Dumpin' shots at the opps, shit was brazy

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jay Worthy, Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Rory W. Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin