Every Ghetto

[Verse 1: Nas]

Uh, yeah, uh

Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days

Words of a old man with silver hair, in his wheelchair

His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me

Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me

It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer

I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have to kill ya

'Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water

Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine order

Shit is plastic material, havin' no life

I crash whips and leave it no matter the price

As long as I survive, cop a new five

Circle the block where the beef's at

And park in front of my enemy's eyes

They see that it's war, we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters

There's no Heaven or Hell, dead is dead, fuckers

And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin' the earth

Watchin' your own murder reoccur

[Chorus: Blitz]

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every nigga gone

And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every nigga gone

And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning

[Verse 2: Blitz]

It's Blitz, nigga, the streets glory, many die for me

Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me

Basically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust

Greed and contempt, no street is exempt

Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for six blocks

I sip shots, watchin' 'em hustlers pitch rocks

Oil paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain

Fallin' deep into the pits of the game

This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times

Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggas for the dime

Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin' why do we reside

In the ghetto with a million ways to die?

Stayin' high to relieve the pain, breathin' in the game

Exhalin' guilt, sin and shame, misery and strain

What the fuck will tomorrow bring, luck or anthrax?

I stand back, hopin' I'll make it through tomorrow

[Verse 3: Nas]

My skin is a art gallery, right, with paintings of crucifixes

Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business

Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders

But since I tasted paper it started losin' the friendships

Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor

How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse?

Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'

Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones

Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex

And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des?

Got guns when I'm with my daughter

Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence

She know what daddy taught her, it's lessons

Black princess, it's a ugly world

I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl

Could you believe even my shadow's jealous?

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones

My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs

Though my songs come from the Father

I'm lonely, hold me, it's gettin' darker

[Chorus: Blitz]

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every nigga gone

And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning

For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto

For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal

For every child that's born, and every nigga gone

And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning