NY Prophesie
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang*
Clip to release projectiles in single
file forcing me to ignite then travel
through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2O water
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result's a stray bullet
Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down
Except for the kids who played on the playgrou
Lotto global The Line
(L. Stansfield/I. Devaney/T. Gomwells)
I look at the sky to where my future's lying
And I almost start to cry
Blinded by the sun I'm trying to hold onto
The very last of precious time
Then I start to thinking what a mess we're making
And it won't get better by & by
Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line
Chorus:
We cannot overstep
We cannot overstep the
We cannot overstep the line
So many baby's arms with nothing to hold onto
But just a precious flake of life
You think you care about them
They think you care about them
But thinking's only wasting time
If we really want to say the things we want to
It takes a bigger man to try
Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line
Chorus
Well politicians sit and pretend they give a shit while
Little men go out to die
The only arms they're hugging are the ones they're running
Later to be justified
I say I don't mind
You say you don't mind
But what about the babies and what about the sunshine
Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line
Chorus
Say I don't mind
You say you don't mind
But what about the babies and what about the sunshine
Well we can point it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line
Chorus