Lyrics:

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island Mumia, Mutulu, Sendeko, Gerino Pratt, All the political Prisoners San Quiton Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug I wake up early in the morning My state so Military Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a Young Brother Buried Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead If daytime is for suckas then Tonight we Bleed Out for all that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetary Dressed in Black Tonight we Follow the dead And those who won't be back So if I die To the same for me Shed no tears An Outlaw, thug living in this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high When I'm buried Knowing deep inside me Only if yah love Come rush me to the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I live for my days, as a child I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash Hold Your head Chorus How do we keep the music playing How do we get ahead To many young black brothers are dying Living Fast, too fast These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop Cuz These lawyers getting money Everytime they knock us Slashing pockets lyrically Suckas fleed when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli Had the rap game closed Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows They froze Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows More money mean litigating More Playa hating Got a cell at the penn for me waiting Is th