CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man (uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it`s like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin` nines (Bustin`)
Some servin` state bids, cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it`s like taboo (yeah)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin` nines (Bustin`)
Some servin` state bids, cuz they hustle blind
AZ:
Yo when times get trifle
I`m subjected to street survival
See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles
Livin` holy, but currency seem to control me
Movin` coldly, in the presence of old parolies
My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie
Police know me, but ain`t got enough to hold me (yeah)
I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
A form of teachin`, from the streets never taught in school (uh huh)
You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools
Solitude certifies all moves
So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah)
Absorbin` fast, learnin` from niggas I lost in the past (Yo)
It`s poison plays in these foul days
Housin` cops & they foul ways, and walkin` through a wild maze
Holdin` my brain, tryin` to maintain
Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game`ll never change
CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it`s like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin` nines (Yeah)
Some servin` state bids, cuz they hustle blind
AZ:
Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis
Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh)
It`s all the worst genocide, I guess the water`s cursed
My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh)
She prayed for peace, hopin` I`m saved before she lay deciest
To say the least, the warden`s to wise to play the streets
I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah)
& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin`, some departed
Inhalin` chocolate, tracin` back to where it started
The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce & tres
The Mack sprays, puffin` lye, truth & days
& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I`m down still
All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville
I know the ledge, meditatin`, holdin` my head
Eyes red, it`s Doe Or Die till I`m dead
CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it`s like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin` nines (What)
Some servin` state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin` C`mon)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it`s like taboo
Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin` nines
Some servin` state bids, cuz they hustle blind
AZ:
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction
I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up
Buggin` off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up
But time flyin`, playin` these corners`ll let it slide by
Puffin` lye, homicide, coke supplies dry
So play the game, other slow up change the lane
Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain
It`s a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures
They tricked us, got us trapped in takin` pictures
Interogatin`, locatin`, destination`
Estimatin`, or play a part of them investigatin`
It`s on goin`, from them killers, to them broads hoin`
Unknowin` first time fellons on trial blowin`
So burn your clips
And sit back, learn your shit
The last of these real reps left turned legit
CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land
it`s like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin` nines (bustin`)
Some servin` state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (black man)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel)
it`s like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin` nines
(buck, buck, buck, buck)
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it`s like taboo
(taboo baby)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin` nines
Some servin` state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man
