Released on January 1, 2004

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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