Sunz Of Man - House of Blues (feat. Madam D) lyrics

(feat. Madam D) [Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Madam D)] Yo, I speak the truth (Preach it Prodigal!) Let it be known There's no seekers in the game No seekers in life [Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs*] You can't see all the sh** we go through Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes [Prodigal Sunn] A pure example of an unjust world glamorous is, stupid men Women simple minds, foolish at times But in the hood, we strive to stay alive Nickle and dime, read through the riddles and signs Avoid crime, the best way I can It's hard being a black man See every hand is against my head, you understand I speak from my hungry mouth, gun in my crouch Bloody tears, so many faces died through the years Question myself "Where do I go from here?" Do I take it all, escape from hell, disappear? It be the glare of a living legend, I got a son, seven Brother Jamal seven, I plan to give him heaven I died for his blessings, God, I learned my lesson Made the devil burn in my prescence I made my daughter speak ebony essence From the tree of life, aiyo, we free tonight I hope y'all people see the light [Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs* ] You can't see all the sh** we go through Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues We did it live from the House of Blues Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues blues blues Yo, I got nothing to lose [Prodigal Sunn] Political, critical times, unforgettable minds Through the cold nights and rainy dayz, the sun still shines Memories of my deceased fam, rest in peace But a release from green, flash, remedy for stress relief Fresh like a thief in the jungle Eat amongst the humble, keep the numbers all in them bundles I gotta, gotta secure my family School my son, my nephew, the man he claim to be Modern-day segregation, in these streets we roam Heart-breakin', to see my brother die by the face of the chrome My ace be leasin' up-state, doin' seven bones Heard my cousin Kasheen, we soon be home Put 'em on, let 'em know we got no time for wrong Dedicate this song to young, gifted and strong, song [Hook] [Prodigal Sunn] This attraction be the black of the slums, the cracks and the guns Fiends, snitches and b**hes roll ones under the sun On the avenue, scarred, bullets seek through cars RZA bars help me vision Allah Speak verb to any peeps in these streets we breathe All I wanna do is eat and achieve Teach my seed, to stay away from envy and greed 'Cuz these devils in the mist wanna see a n***a bleed You know the hood is trife, only few taste a good life Stand to my rights, stuck through mad days and Winter nights I promise, to never play with mics Say what you like, when I spray pipes Scatter your composition of rice twice, sharp with the dice Study the Art of War, take my advice or lose ya life, life, life, life [Hook]