5 A.M. In Harlem

Up Long nights thinking

should i grab some guns and go on a mission

in my head it sounds fun

if  i don't move then where's the proof

thats the story of our young lost black youth

but who is the one thats goning to ride or die

when the reading comes are you really down

when them shots fired are you fring rounds

don't hear loyaty its just a bunch of sounds

They say im caught up in a amazment cuz my city in a cross fire with sum hatered

they said i let the slums get the best of me but i tell them thats the real reason yall hate me

im treat "please'

thats crazy words like tect bullet wounds something you can't hea

l it gets real i did'nt even sigin a major deal

so chill because im gone when i touch this mill

if you know me you can see the hunger in my eyes

i rip the blinders down everytime when i leave they putting up catuion signs

i take my hat off all i see is a bunch of crimes!!!