Wiz - When Will We Learn? lyrics

[Hook x2: k**ah Priest] When are we ever gonna learn? One day we all gonna burn Life in the fast lane Are we ever gonna change? Same sh**, different day The price that a thug pay [k**ah Priest] I heard a wise man once say "thugs pray" But still slugs spray from the double barrels Fallin pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin prophets Release the pain from the deepest closet It's like a secret that we keep in bondage Mothers weapin from they projects First it be that soul, send to haunt the empty halls Memories painted on the wall Like The Lamb's Blood on the doors, of the black Hebrews Nowadays the same people on subway trains sellin street news A ghetto movie, with no sequels But I still show you previews That will free you, from your evil An old man, cookin her-on, over hot tea spoons Old G's are all evil, usin dope needles Wearin fan parafanil's We live in the black hole, where no one can hear us The valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors The world fearers, first make 'em feel us Come on! [Hook x2] [k**ah Priest] The Solomon couldn't say it better It's all vanity, and sanity We come from broken families My own pop's abandoned me, black becomely The spirits of Lords upon me, I grew up hungry Now we chase money, and live grungy The fears want me, to bring me to the hills of this country So they can jump me, feel me up, in land and dump me Damn right I said it bluntly I ain't scared of none of y'all monkeys At school my teachers used to flunk me Hopin one day I turn to junkey But only God can judge me, words of Makaveli Black Israeli, hear me? Told you y'all n***as gonna feel me k**ah Priest AK Masada, sincerely yours [Hook x2] [k**ah Priest] So check out my darkest secrets, my truest confessions Come to you as a blessing, parental viewing in this aggression Is advised, tune in to the wise, zoom in your eyes Step up closer, to the light, like that child on Poltergeist Wisdom be ultra right Explosive to the sight, 3D, virtual reality Verbal mentality, come with me Load up your gun with me, run with me Become one with me, this is channel three High definition, ghetto TV, DVD Cable networks, stick your fingers In the bullet holes in my sweatshirt Take it out and taste the blood, so you can see that its real A View From Masada, give kids, chill [Hook x2]