Ancient Coins - Black or White lyrics

[Intro : Prodigal Sunn sample (Hell Razah)] Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album) Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album) Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man.. album is out there) [Snuggle Up] I gotta be the best at this Fingle what the next man say When I spit, sh** get serious Competition I devour God made devil to show and prove God power No matter day or the hour Special, quick to gun test you Sneeze, I bless you Hollows may distress you, rest you Six-feet under, pop do what the bumba Rise, what happened to my sun? He got done And yeah, the whole Olympics couldn't run my lap I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat [Hell Razah] Cops is racist, d**h comes in many phases The courageous stay cuffed behind iron bracelets Minimum wages, shoot-outs and court cases (get off me, get off me) Even plans of gettin' money how Bill Gates is Young lives being taken by the .45 Genocide'll rise 'til glory die Every other hour more bullets fly Victim of the crime, big brother's rise Some'll wonder why father's wanna cry Different world, same characters in the facts of life It's your Jeopardy to sell-out, when the price is right I'm your turn from the Wheel of Fortune, who wanna spin? You got thieves that'll rob ya coffin, who wanna sin? We born walking in this Street Monopoly If it ain't truth, it's philosophy You better use your words properly [Hook : Prodigal Sunn sample (Prodigal Sunn)] Black or White, I write it for the world to hear (This goes out to my people all over the world) Black or White, I write it for the world to hear (Every man, woman and child, boy and girl) Black or White, I write it for the world to hear (Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here) Black or White, I write it for the world to hear (I write it for my fam, who not here, who do care) [Holy Smokes] Yo; they said Smokes' in the place Ypu better pat him on the waist Caught another case Slept through my court date Bombs in place Firearms embrace Still belt-buckles and bra** knuckles And f** youths when I tussle Ghost spread this quick, sick contagious Gossip, snake-pits, it's filled with targets Marksmen, sharpen the ammunition Crushin', lumpin', whatever's tucked in He said she said she willin' to give me head If I pay Carned Chronic blows to the nostrils Stainin' my clothes CO's smell one whiff of the breath, piss-test The top Abbot, habits I have it Shots they stay fabric [Prodigal Sunn] Yo; fifty-to-a-hun' and statistics of a father and son Die from the mouth of the chrome metal We so shallow in the ghetto with crumbs, we settle for none Stay mellow to the snare and drum, we wear one I dare not run, son of a gun, to come in cases Hood to the center-stages, jus' my sound ages Treble high, we smoke berry haze to this Spend days in this, complete glazed to this Stereotype deliver more truth through mics Keep the youth right, don't give a f** who you like Through day and night, the pain restrain For the fights of the fallen battleships Panels on the strip, a little laughter for the good times Tears from the blood-drips Shorty barely sixteen strippin', trickin' for tips It be the same, all over the world Ghetto blues, as we rise to the top of the chart Sparks fuse [Hook] [Prodigal Sunn] Write it for my fam who not here who do care Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here Black or White, write it for the world to hear