Graves to dig - amended version

They go one for the Prophet, two for Islam

Three for the Khutbah from the Imam

Four for the mother that birthed my frame

Five for the father 'cause he taught me game

Been 'round the world, songs are all the same

Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call your name

Back when I was young I used to dream of fame

Now they all point they fingers sayin' who's to blame

Mothers put their girls into pigtail curls

Fathers teach their sons how to shoot their guns

They say, "Boy don't never cry control your emotions

Just take it like a man, make your stand"

They say, "Sex and violence go hand in hand"

For every man blessed there got to be ten damned

Expand through the depths of space and time

Standin' three eyes blind on the firing line

Word to my man divine, come too far, singin'

"La ilaha illa Allah"

Twelve rakats short on my full day's prayer

Just hoping that the lord got some mercy to spare

They go one for the Ummah, two for the deen

Three for the angels, four for the alamin'

Somewhere between totally obscene

And perfectly clean, got a Babylon feelin'

Wounds that need healin', truth need revealin'

Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin'

From the floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door

From the kings and the queens and the slaves and the whores

For every lost cause where the martyrs are found

That funky little sound, that make you want to get down

Somebody told me once, love makes the world go round

Now kids they carry pistols out on the playground

That profound, gone too far, praying to the light from a burned out star

Put your lights on, put down your crosses

It's time to tally up your wins and your losses

They go one for Scott La Rock, two for Pac and B.I.G

And three for all the mothers who got graves to dig

For all the mothers who got graves to dig

For all the mothers who got graves to dig