Released on January 1, 2004
This ain’t a game, I know the pain
Slinging crack cocaine to maintain
Everybody do the same thing
Where I’m from, Shaolin slum
Where the thugs clap ya
Liquor bottles slap ya
TT’s entrap ya
Little kids will rob ya
Jealous baby fathers with revolvers
Thank God I met the Problem-Solver
He saved me from the cold nights
The lonely stroll nights
The throwing up off the old gold nights
I know it's real where the slugs fly
On lonely nights thugs cry
With pain, twelve blunts can't even nullify
Double barrels, lullaby
Little kids asleep
Fast teens turn to freaks
Fiends stumbling, drug sweeps
I know it coz I seen it with my very own pupils
Flipmode cats, full clips and low scruples
So when I preach it's not because I got manipulated
God demonstrated His power and then illuminated
My dim mind to preach it to brothers who walk a thin line
I’ve been blind, '95 vision restored
I’ve been trying to reach brothers and sisters caught in life’s twisters
Scorched with life’s blisters, hoping the light hits ya
Preaching from Christ’s Scriptures
Deep in the night, sisters
Seek a better way 'stead of shaking from light fixtures
Jesus, the way you didn’t think made sense
Shed His blood so you and the Father can make amends
Ayo we seen things that go bump in da night
Lived in darkness but now through Christ we seeing the light
We don’t run with guns, we don’t rock ice
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got Christ
I used to jostle, now I preach the gospel
I walked through places where the smell of human waste will knock the hair out your nostrils
I watched strong men shrivel up with cancer
I seen things that I should never have see like Jo Jo Dancer
Christ’s the answer but Satan making you blind
Wasting your time, maybe I’m just wasting my rhyme
I seen women sell their daughters for crack
I watched cats rob thugs and they ain’t even had no slugs in their gat
I seen guns go off and guns bust back
I seen fiends cook coke on the stove and make it come back
I know brothers lost their life over dice
I watched others go to jail, while their man was home, banging their wife
I seen brothers from the same mother go to war with each other
Believe it or not, I know a brother, sold drugs to his mother
I watched Rap change ’88 summer
In New York, they rarely fought
Gun shots was clapping like thunder
I seen strange things in my section
I saw a guy get kicked in his genitals and somehow, he caught an erection
I know people with AIDS, sexing without protection
I lived in the same building with people that practice hexing
Used to rock permanent creases
They got uncles molesting nieces
Giving funny hugs and squeezes
I watched Satan rip people’s lives to pieces
And after all they been through
They still refuse to choose Jesus
Ayo we seen things that go bump in da night
Lived in darkness but now through Christ we seeing the light
We don’t run with guns, we don’t rock ice
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got Christ