Hard Times Lyrics - Singles - Killah Priest

[Killah Priest] 

The prophecies of a poor man end on a train 

Take his last breath 

Slumps over drops his last bit of change 

A mother pacing by her window pane 

Staring hopeless at the gentle rain 

When the messenger returns telling her 

That her child was slain 

She reaches for his picture frame 

Open up the good book read the scriptures 

And sighs his name 

The skies full of flames 

Streets are gothic 

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Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects 

Reminding D`s of a classic mob hit 

Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects 

Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal 

For tomorrows drug test 

Scared niggaz hugging they techs 

Don`t want to get plugged next 

Outside there`s a bloodfeast 

We all product, faced with hard luck 

Since the wrath of God struck 

Now we like "Yo Tone let me borrow a buck" 

He like "Yo what the fuck" 

Niggaz was born to be skeletons 

Or was it the curse of this dark melanin 

When I die will I open my eyes in Hell again 

With these jealous men 

Photos 

Lord forgive me but I smell a gin 

On the lips of winos 

Sent a plaque turned `em all into Albinos 

With horns coming from their foreheads like Rhinos 

Read it in my last testament and my hidden scrolls 

See my icon straight faced with a torn robe 

A beard and some cornrows 

The whole globe hears when I perform my shows 

[Chorus: x2] 

We go from hard times to part-times 

From part-time back to hard times 

That`s the start of crime 

'Til the day we see the father shine 

Light on us, trying to warn us 

We play the corners 

[Killah Priest] 

I visit monasteries 

Where dons were buried 

Approached the bench with teary eyes 

Tryin' to con the jury 

Christ said those of you without sin, cast the first stone 

Those of you without ends, blast the first chrome 

Is it the prophecies of Deuteronomy 

That drove us to this poverty? 

Trapped with starvin' seeds 

Fightin' for sovereignty 

Cold nights make the toddler freeze 

Blood over my wallabies 

Raining mahogany 

Here`s a dollar for the trees 

We worship weed like idolatry 

Silly bitches with conniving thoughts 

Sticking knives and folks 

Don`t understand what it`s like to be a black man in court 

Niggaz up screamin' all night 

Complaining that their handcuffs are too tight 

Kicking on the cell till they cut out the lights 

It`s like a curse 

Walk besides white women they start holding they purse 

I just ask you for the time bitch 

What you got anyway? Some of the Indians turf 

The Beauty that once flowed from the Nile 

Like the Moses child 

The hand that writes is a good as the hand that holds the plow 

[Chorus] 

[Killah Priest] 

Some say the spirit of a dead angel lies within me 

Look in my eyes, they`re empty 

Poverty stricken beaten with the rod ol' envy 

Lurking through the shadows of death 

Dragging my wings, saw the image of a beast 

Ram, dragon and queen, heard the bragging of kings 

Whose laughter was as bitter as a scorpion sting? 

Forced in the ring with idiots so many cliques 

Letting out automatic clips 

A dead lady combing the hair of a bastard bitch 

I spit graphic shit you ain`t hear half of it 

From my fucked up marriages 

To dealing with miscarriages 

From drinking with savages 

Driving hazardous 

I`m here today to meet the man from Nazareth 

Where`s the pastor? Show me where that chapter is 

[Chorus: x2]