MoSS - Have Mercy lyrics

[Kung fu sample] You have to learn mercy Otherwise, you will learn bad ways You have been confined here, for one month already But you still haven't grasped this basic principle I feel sorry for you, my boy [Intro: Blue Raspberry] I've been living in this world Not knowing where I'm going (knowing where I'm going) This world ain't showing That it's gonna get better, better (yeah, it's gonna be trouble again) [Beanie Sigel] My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder My chances for appeal, getting slimmer My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (have mercy) I done seen weak n***as not last a year, so before lights out I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite And say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flights I pray they sleep safe through the night Try to teach my son right, give him some j**els But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs I just pray I don't die in here, and last night I almost cried a tear (have mercy) [Hook: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing] To all my gun holders, stand up, get it Cuz when the k**as come around, it's on Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast Say some back sh**, your flagship gone Can't play the building no more Can't hang around by the store no more It's really on, you a dickhead Now you a dead man with no hand Now you can't believe you jammed [Raekwon] Between my six n***as, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed Ratchet barrel under your ears Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard Even the cops clutter us to starve us (have mercy) The k**as is star struck, look at the cars and trucks Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck Whether fail or a come up, your number is up Period, make you bleed Caesarean Chop through your body, leave you right in the lobby Hear me, kid? Extra holes right in your derriere The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (have mercy) [Hook] [Blue Raspberry] Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh It hurts my heart, to see what's going on Young men dying now, children going when they're born Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh whoa Oh no, oh whoa, where is this world going to? I don't know