Jim Jones - Letter To The Game lyrics

Second floor my hotel I'm rollin up bout to blaze And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes As our days about to pa** and them days in the past He set my mind free so my mind free at last So much that I don't even drink from a f**in gla** Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast Didn't understand a dream of a king now do the math Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the cla** Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin the cash Chasin the a**, low life with his face in the gra** Ridin home from school in front of the bus Not even thinking bout how Rosa Parks done it for us How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face Cause Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face... [Sample] [Nas:] Uh Word up Game Standing at the pue panoramic view of the seating Greeting, I've been meaning to do me some letter reading, to the King He forever breathing your messages never leaving Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them Them sleazy ba*tards, some greedy pastors, jerks Some should never be allowed in Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta Some people be patient I know this ghetto grammar But I'm a street dude normally I just speak rude Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate k**ed him Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin As a kid I ain't relate really, I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly Till your world awoken me First I thought your were pa**ive, soft one who a** kissed I was young to be honest, I was feelin Mohamed I ain't even know the strength you had to have to march You was more than just talk you were the first real Braveheart We miss you Feels like King be in me sometimes. [Sample] [The Game] The word n******g is nothing like n***a Don't sound sh** alike like Game like Jigga One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture The rope ain't tight enough, he still alive go fix it Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black b**hes Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march? I know Obama would but would Hillary take part? Great minds think great thoughts The pictures I paint make the Mona Lisa look like fake art I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela Cause when it rains it pours I need Rihannas umbrella For Coretta Scotts tear drops When she got the phone call that the future just took a f**in head shot I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn't catch him before his body dropped Would he give me the answer? Probably not [Sample] Second floor my hotel I'm rollin up bout to blaze And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes