A Brooklyn Tale - Hell Razah, Shabazz the Disciple

T.H.U.G.

Angelz

A Brooklyn tale, you know?

This goes out to all the families out there

Lost somebody to the drug game

Half of the hood fell victim to crack and AIDS, man

We had to follow?

The father was a cokehead

Cap daddy was a whore martyr, seduced one of the street walkers

Spoiled her with material things, a street talker

Old school, one ninety jewels and British Walkers

A ghetto prince, hood corporate project, apartment office

Had her laying up in luxury suites, bragging and sniffing

They had two kids, both babies born with addiction

Connect brought 'em in on a big investment

Had tears of that brown shit, that direct from the gold depression

Plague of addiction, increase profit, margin of sales

China white, took it in scales

For six months, the feds was filming his deals

For direct sales, he was hell without a bail

Padlock the condo, in the Honda, kick the door off the hinges

All the distress, and wifey sharing syrenges

Now she got them dilated pupils and the glossy iris

He got natural life, he got trapped with the virus

And had son be in the White House, nodding off the bundles he clipped

Burning the spoon he had an elephant fists

With shooting galleries, they found him O.D.'d in the alley

All of the wagers of his sins were tallied

They got hauled off in the black Caddy wagon

The heroine hurricane had them both chasing the dragon

She buy they worldly riches, they were consumed

Now pops gotta try to raise his daughter from the visiting room

He had a vision, of walking streets paved with gold

For that bank roll, he gave his soul

In the end all he had to show for it was life with no parole

As the BK Tale unfolds, cuz it’s the power of the streets

She had to watch her brother on dope

She couldn’t believe what he was doing in the bathroom

He told her don’t worry about it

And then he died on her

She was born on heroine, since a baby within

Minnie Riperton records would spin

She fell in love with the older men, the money they spent

By the time she was ten, starting using the gin

Been seduced by a pimp who was never her friend

One ride on it’s white horse, it’s in the syrenge

And you would never ever have no more worries again

He tapped her arm for the vein then he pinched her skin

She blacked out, woke up, in the back of a crackhouse

A down south runaway slave, was under the age

Her mother and her brother both turned in they grave

Wrote letters to her father who was up in the cage

He was sentenced to life til the end of his days

But the page kept turning, end in nothing but pain

And the more he kept reading, he was feeling ashamed

How the money and the fame just drove 'em insane

But he left down a legacy over some Hennessey

Now his daughter’s on ecstasy, end of her pregnancy

She was raised as a sinner, and death is the penalty

So he told her, he promised to seek some therapy

Cuz it’s the power of the streets

They got him in the prison

He can’t get out though

And the Brooklyn Tale continue