Happy - Killah Priest

A homeless man smiles at me showing no teeth

A young man laying dead in the cold streets

He was a victim beaten bad by the police

And everyday another funeral there’s more grief

And everyday I like to pray when I see the Sun

And if there ever was a Lost Tribe we the one

And every hood there’s a project with us in it

The old man in the dust going nuts finished

Years before they use to say «You use to own business

Caught them on tax, I guess you’re black, you gotta know you limit»

And everybody tried to be Happy someway

I think of dinners in the winter on a Sunday

And everybody’s poor but we always pull through it

'Cause of Marvin’s influence, we always played his music

Then I hit the streets then start hustling

But I could see my Grandma when she dressed for Church

Her stylish hat, white dress with the matching purse

And I could hear her sing aloud with the choir marching in

With the face of joy, proud 'cause her heart’s with him

And she could live everlasting and pure peace

No longer worried eyes, speaks to him before sleep

And I stood by the door when she came at me

She said, «You gotta endure and learn to be Happy»

Stood right beside me, look deep inside me

She has inspired me to be Happy

My friend wrote his mother: «Mama I’m doing better now

My last year of College, told you I wouldn’t let you down

And how’s things around the house?

I know you’re still fussing

I finally heard from Ralphie said „He had a deal coming“

He wrote me last week;

told me him and Dad don’t speak

They both be acting they’re kids if you ask me

But anyway, how come you never wrote me back?

This is like my fourth letter to you, I was hoping that…

You could send me something it’s getting cold winter’s coming

I know you’re standing, laughing, saying, „I'm up or into something“

I love you mom sincerely yours», as the nurse pause

From reading her his letter, body attached to a cord

Into a breathing pump, the stroke she had was too much

She’s in the coma, been that way for a few months

And if her son knew believe he’ll split in two

And go back to using drug before quitting school

But just smile 'cause your mother’s still here

Try to live and be proud, make a heart full of cheer

For your mama, tranquility, she’s free

Give your heart space and liberty and then peace

The words are golden, emotion, devotion

Just hush, feel the touch for a moment

My life’s a paradox, watched by crooked cops

But the law carries me just to be Happy

Dedicated to my grandmother, Miss Louise Staley

I love you Grandma!