They go one for the Prophet,
two for Islam
Three for the Khutba 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
saying 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
Ex pand through the depths
of space and time
Standing three eyes blind
on the firing line
Word to my man divine, come too far
Singing la ilaha il allah
Twelve rakahs 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 feeling'
Wounds that need healing', truth
need revealing'
Hands need washing' from all
the dirty dealing'
From the floor to the ceiling', 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