Thurz - Keep The Faith lyrics

[Verse THURZ] Product of the riots Product of fatherless planes but mom knew how to fly it I guess I'm raised pilot Flying with the porch we at my eye lid Glues open to the rat faces trying to plot in silence That's why we dead them Keep them quiet Bury them through the thought of my fate That's eight plates, olympic weight A few bodies of demons and snake n***as [For that cemetary of the fake???] Big business for morticians No turning off that k**er instinct In addition to the recipe true spitting granny's [ambition(sp?)?] Along with my grandpa, rest in peace old playa' ways I think I got an uncle probably under my age somewhere So you figure these broads is drawn to a real n***a with clear Vision of where he came and where he going That's mathematics, [attack your b**h a** home???] [Hook] [Verse ?] Product of the [pro-op??] Holler if you know about, playing around the grow-op Too young to smoke trees We all dreaming that we blow up, grow up grow out Star hard, show out no diggity no doubt On these black streets like an athlete Marathon an honorable mention to the riot We we're all an option Wait? The mike or the Spalding I chose the mike but the weight had me [??] I spit cold for my [?] that know From when we were young and they had us under police control Cop charges in my teens, couple batteries Had a couple ounces the sarge wanted to seize Girls were on they knees I'm dark, they automatically a**ume I have something large in my jeans [Cities??] [raves?] T.O. bread, stay grinding until I ball like Neo's head n***a [Hook]