J Dilla - Residence In Paradise lyrics

[Intro: News Reporter] "A tragic turn in an accidental shooting in a volusia county library. A teenage victim is now dead. 16 year old Yaredh Gautier shot himself inside the Dickinson Memorial Library off U S 17-92 in Orange city yesterday, police say he died today" [Hook] Life's a b**h and then you die That's why we get high Cause ya never know when you're gonna go (repeat 3x) [Verse 1] When I put the pen on the pad I start to think about the past Like why you had to go so fast? It's too bad that the good die young Just kids from the slums Stuck like a pit in a plum All we know is break buds and drink rum Pick up guns And by any means multiply ya funds Before bread gotta live off crumbs Anybody is a victim When it comes to income Young, dumb Just n***as actin' wild Need a couple tips like black and milds From the hood where women outlive their children And you ain't a real man Unless you dealin', stealin' and k**in' I'm here to tell you that's a lie The rules you live by is gonna be the way you die No God's or Allah's could stop these guys I hope these rhymes help open ya eyes No facade I lost my mans to a sick dream It hit so hard man The kid was only 16 He didn't even live to plant his own seed What s**s most man That could've easily been me [Hook] [Verse 2] As I write these tracks I feel ya spirit on my back Tell me do better, go harder Let the hunger starve ya I'm in the games like Katniss A n***a can't miss Aim for the big apple Never mind the pigs Tryna' trap us it's apart of the plan NYPD the new Ku Klux Klan Stick it to the man That should be the number 1 priority My president is black So why the f** we still minorities?! It bothers me What's it gonna take to stop authority Kids are getting k**ed for spinning wheels like pottery Pardon me for speaking the truth They're destroying the youth Starting with the blackest berry with the sweetest juice Vigilant too but then I ask What would Jesus do? Stay in the booth And keep ya hands up so they can't shoot Keep ya hands up so they can't shoot Stay in the booth cause They wanna shoot a black man God damn Uncle Sam! And put a band to the knuckle hand I won't stop till' we're free at last Free at last Thank God almighty we're free at last [Hook]