There is a place. On heart's motherland. Where a people. Die in bantu stands. Manchild at eight. Will face guns of hate. Womanchild's fate. Is life second rate.
No Glory. Beanie Sigel. . [Verse 1]. I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteen. out the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiends. burnt up glass and the coke screens.
Big mike how you livin'. . I've been sellin' out the same dope house since the age of sixteen. Shufflin' crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends.