God Send - Pharoahe Monch, Prince Po

My mom is in the bedroom, crying again

Sister’s on the street corner, lying again

Just heard about another one of my niggas dying again

I’m trying again to make moves

I’ll be damned if we go hungry

Ever since my pops passed, the responsibilities belonged to me

This song you see is like an ode to God

That he blessed my last breath to be Allahu Akbar

And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred

Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes time for war

I’m trying to score like Bernard King

My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government

I told you I’d hurt the music

Travelling back, busting shots at (*gunshots*) before Christ was persecuted

Mathematically, we live at right angles

Fuck the Star Spangled, the mayor’s the fallen angel

Dangling from moon crescents, I persevere, breathe the air

Inhale the effervescence of life

This street game is stifling I’m trifling, upholding a rifle

Peering from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves

What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail?

Scale the walls of hell, trail of a octopus

I’ve seen it all through the eyes of a needle

Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people

Niggas’ll never learn (Shit) we just concerned about

Who’s fucking who, when time is of significance

Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent

Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal

Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil

Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel

Incarcerated Scarfaces in all places

Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases

Y2K fuck up, you’re left faceless

Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases

Give the drummer some pianos, guitar basses

Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons for why they thumping

Hi, I’m the most endangered species

By all means, survival is what I teach these

First time offenders catching seven to fifteen

Now my vision of life is hell and heaven on split screen

Bust your shit like Mitch Greene (Snitch), I switch scenes

Bring drama to that ass, that’s how we on it in Queens (What?)

Stray bullets continue shattering dreams, battering spleens

I’m gathering schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend

Take food from a table and get drunk to your death

Now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath

I’ve seen it all through the eyes of a needle

Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people

Niggas’ll never learn (Shit) we just concerned about

Who’s fucking who, when time is of significance

Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent

Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal

Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil

Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel