I come home high and she start to cry

I can't take it

A brand new excuse does me no use

That won't make it

She at home with the kids, this is no way to live

What can I say?

I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still

Do things my way And it's so strong, soo strong

It's like I'm dying

Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there

Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play

Ain't no game at all

I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling down

Nothing breaks the fall And it's so strong, so strong

It's like I'm dying

Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there

Flying

Sounds of the sufferers pray I come home high and she start to cry

I can't take it

A brand new excuse does me no use

That won't make it

She at home with the kids, this is no way to live

What can I say?

I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still

Black Dante and it's so strong

So strong

So strong

So strong I'm out there flying

Flying

Flying

Flying This game is fantastic, desire Killers, this life, this life

Lovers, this life, this life

Hustlers, this life, this life

Thieves, this life, this life

Gamblers, this life, this life

Niggaz, Crackers, Children, Mothers, Fathers, Lovers, Neighbors, Hungry

Full the beautiful the stars the distance the close the stars

The heavens, this life

The floor, this life, this life

The high, this life

The beneath, this life, this life

All, all, everywhere, everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, home Come on, this how it goes on

Ghetto people in the world today, get up

Ha! Look alive, breathe, wooh

Ha! How it goes Mother, mother

Head in her hands

Her first born son dead in her hands

The whole thing was a setup, a scam

They knew it was set up and planned

Niggaz he worked with wet him and ran, and thas

Brother, Brother

But son, I don't see no brother hood

All I see is thugger hood

Get rich and *** the hood

All they want is some good smoke from the hood

Lookin for the shorty good stroke from the hood

That's how they touch the hood

But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black

Because I'm brighter, black

And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night

Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite

Shout in the hood, we get the picture

'Cause everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witcha

What's going on? Ha Understand this is real life

This how it goes on, this how it goes on

It keep going on, this how it goes on

Ghetto people look alive, get free

Get involved, remain to breathe, Ha! Wooh If Marvin was alive now, wow

What would I say to him?

Where could I start?

How could I explain to him?

I know the minor world would probably look strange to him

Would he feel like today had a place for him?

Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference

When he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin?

When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know

That decades later we'd still be killin folks?

Or did he hope that we would realize

That we the first, the son of earth

The moon and stars, the great beyond

We black and proud, we brave and strong

We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh

And keepin on ? Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real

This how it goes on, and you say you say

This how it goes on, and you say you say

This how it goes on

Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha

Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat

Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat

Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat

Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat There ain't nothin to be afraid of

Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real

This how it goes on

This how it goes on, keep goin on

This how it goes on

Now breathe

Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin Modern Marvel