Graves To Dig Lyrics - Eat At Whitey's - Everlast

They go one for the Prophet, two for Islam 

Three for the Khutba from the Imam 

Four for the mother that birthed my frame 

Five for the father 'cause he taught me game 

Been 'round the world, songs are all the same 

Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call your name 

Back when I was young I used to dream of fame 

Now they all point they fingers saying who's to blame 

Mothers put their girls into pigtail curls 

Fathers teach their sons how to shoot their guns 

They say, "Boy don't never cry control your emotions 

Just take it like a man, make your stand" 

They say, "Sex and violence go hand in hand" 

For every man blessed there got to be ten damned 

Expand through the depths of space and time 

Standing three eyes blind on the firing line 

Word to my man divine, come too far 

Singing la ilaha il allah 

Twelve rakahs short on my full day's prayer 

Just hoping that the lord got some mercy to spare 

They go one for the ummah, two for the deen 

Three for the angels, four for the alamin 

Somewhere between totally obscene 

And perfectly clean, got a Babylon feeling' 

Wounds that need healing', truth need revealing' 

Hands need washing' from all the dirty dealing' 

From the floor to the ceiling', from the stage to the door 

From the kings and the queens and the slaves and the whores 

For every lost cause where the martyrs are found 

That funky little sound, that make you want to get down 

Somebody told me once, love makes the world go round 

Now kids they carry pistols out on the playground 

That profound, gone too far. 

Praying to the light from a burned out star 

Put your lights on, put down your crosses 

It's time to tally up your wins and your losses 

They go one for Scott La Rock 

Two for Pac and B.I.G. 

And three for all the mothers who got graves to dig 

For all the mothers who got graves to dig 

For all the mothers who got graves to dig