21st Century - Remedy

Yeah, word…

Godfather shit… you know?

Take your mind off it (yeah, what?)

My projects, this the funeral homes and Laundromats

Hall of fame, for niggas who hit off gats

Late comer, ain’t turned ghetto since fourteen

In the hood it’s only money that the drop bring

Solomon King, and when the toast ring

You know I know, you yellow back niggas’ll run

Talkin' shit, is like walkin' wet on the third rail

My fault for hurtin' ya’ll sales

About to party like I’m Bobby Rail

Cop grams off a Dominican in the well

Fifth borough, marquise, livin' New York soap operas

I see more drug dealers than doctors

Neglect, hold a ratchet, but to Allah I’m still innocent

I keep correspondin', wit thugs who needs witnesses

Uncle Wise, 21st century

Ghetto celebrities, penitentiary bars

Jealousy, guns, jigga spot number runs

Criminals and deceased stars

Look around you, son, who wouldn’t get high

We make music, til the wee hours of morn'

These grays in my beard grow as time goes on

Nothin' like the feeling, when you’re hearin' our song

The best things in life just don’t last long

Can’t believe it, even little Barbara’s gone

Wifey cries everyday, but tries to be strong

We all do things we no is dead wrong

Can’t get it where you fit in, if you don’t belong

Wait for no man, make moves for delf

You can’t understand, I write songs for self

Seen misery and company, along with wealth

The real jewel is happiness and good health

Know cats that had money and now they’re dead broke

Straight up clean kids, who now smoke coke

Smokin' up cigarettes and died of a stroke

What used to be respected, now is a joke

21st century, my suggestion to you is to Remedy

If you don’t know your enemy, then you’re already dead

Rest in peace, God bless, the realest shit said (life)

Last intermission, Body Brighton thrill-ogy

Stressed out momma, Stephanie Mills

Project black house, sell crack to pay bills

New York crime scene, narcotic crime kings

Chicks with the Chinese doobies, gold diggers wit the tight cooties

Searchin' up the candy wit the big booties

Draw part headed, hard headed growin' up

And hard head will make a soft ass

Rock pool old sneakers to class

Introductions, the building of a plateau

Playin' dominoes wit the beer hoes

I thought Pink and B.D., be here forever

I thought Sandy Brock would play basketball forever

I thought Storm Fields would always give the weather

Momma said «never say never»

Life, and that’s the way it is

Solemnly swear, to always tell the truth

Tell you what I see…

That’s what I’m here fore, autobiography

Life… Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon

Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon

Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon…