Killah Priest — Love Is Life

[Verse 1] Yo, this starts like the opening scene of Claudine Fort Greene, [?] Street fiends crowd the clinic for morphine Lost dreams, the open credits start with kids with the [?] beverage Five Percent lessons Old school dudes smoking hectic Love is the message Marking the hands of the medics Suffer from seizures Black exploitation films play the features Cooley High I’m eight rubbing Judy thighs That’s my babysitter [?], bomber ski hats, my ’80 pictures My sister yelling, “You a lazy nigga!” Call me a brat Four in the pack My elder sister got pregnant at 18 My cousin Chucky in state greens I’m counting [?] in my dreams Visit by the social worker Grandma said, “You supposed to worship” Marks spark when we close to murder You smile, show me first burner Reaganology, the senior Bushonomics [?] stop pushing chronic The heroin atomic The Clintonology The W. Bush astrology The stars [?], they’re all lies to me The road to hell’s paved with good intentions The highway to heaven is the rail of a hood relentless Pay the preacher when I’m gone Pay the principal at my prom Pay the bail if I carry arms Pay the lawyer if I let it [?] Pay a teacher if my head is strong Pay a coach if I catch a ball Enoch was not transformed to Metatron God gave ‘em the earth ’til the heavens [?] Who gave us the dirt? The reverend [?] Who gave us the hurt? The debt is gone Who gave us the verse? He read it strong Led by a hearse into heaven’s arms Marcus, I miss you Here’s a tissue Tear drops turning crystals [Refrain] Love is life, is life Life is love, life is love Love is life And life is love Life is love Life is love [Verse 2] Yo, the clouds shape into a dragon Dragon blows up nine planets The planets represent my mind canvas My mind canvas painted by a clown of madness Blood stains of a gangster’s pain, the graphics Fathers and addicts Undercovers charge us with badges See who largest on the campus [?] Granted when go ‘head The satellites scope us with cameras Cats selling drugs Grab the gat, ducking from a hail of slugs Four deep tatters the realest thugs Puffing weed, blowing tornados of greed See the world what you niggas foresee It’s hard to proceed Next thing you know you have grays in your goatee Young dudes call you OG All your niggas pass on, you only see them in your dreams Found out your man real name through the eulogy His son spoke beautifully No one rep the crew like me You play the wall where new shorties smack handballs Try to play the lobby where soon the janitor be cleaning probably Try to play the front of your building School bus waiting for little children Try to hang in your old spot but now it’s a pizza shop You try your old hideout but it’s a movie theater Yo, shit’s getting realer Time is changed Time for change Nothing ever stays the same [Refrain] Love is life Life is love Love is life