[Interlude]

Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse?

Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong

Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong?

Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes

There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone

Depression got people starvin' all over the country

Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit

All of that is wrong

Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that

Bumpy Johnson: But?

Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you

You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet

You're nice to people, you-you think about things

And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed

Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it?

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yeah

When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets

The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps

Come out to play with they hats pulled down

And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows

Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness

'Bout to go down three at night

Night shift workers come home they walk fast

Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad

The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight

E&J inside a hot chamomile tea

Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin

It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin'

There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke

The narcs makin' movies

They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in

[Chorus: Prodigy]

The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark

Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark

We post up in the blackness of the shadows

Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel

Where police enter at they own risk

If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks

Most bodies get caught at night

You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

It's 2012 and drugs still movin'

The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs

C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine

Some say the game over, they must be blind

Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night

With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers

You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off

Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered

You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker

You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out

And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn

It's nothin' like the movies

We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner

[Chorus: Prodigy]

The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark

Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark

We post up in the blackness of the shadows

Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel

Where police enter at they own risk

If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks

Most bodies get caught at night

You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight

[Verse 3: Havoc]

Yeah and this is right up my alley, P

Likewise, won't let a nigga straddle me

Pull up the cavalry, the salary is runnin' low

[?] at his throat, now tell me what I wanna know

I need addresses, how to access it

You know it's somethin' if you got that nigga Hav stressin'

Your mans know I got him stockin' up on mad vestes

I been down this road so this my last ditch effort

No homo, everybody get naked

Play hero, I spin you like a hit record

My goons bipolar, eyes over shoulder, and, how ironic, more gruesome when I'm sober

Nocturnal, won't rest 'til I learn you

Taste pussy, got a bitch in your guy circle

I send shots at your cop Colonel

Talkin' all that fly shit that's what it'll earn you

[Chorus: Prodigy]

The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark

Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark

We post up in the blackness of the shadows

Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel

Where police enter at they own risk

If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks

Most bodies get caught at night

You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight