(Daddy Rose talking)
Yeah-yeah, Maccabeez, Black Rose
Another View from Masada
We still coming down

(Chorus) Priest
I don't appreciate what God has left me
Nothing but plain misery
To live a life like mine takes serious time
Coulda at least looked out for the brothers behind

[Daddy Rose]
Misery engulfed my soul, burned by wings, blackened my halo
Authorities seeking my death, grab a gat and I stay low
In a small room, just a swinging light
Holes in the wall is where we be stacking the yeyo
My sight caused me to write ill faded shit
Knew he was policed by the way he sit
They hugged the block all day and when the baby sit
As I take the crack out of my seeds Pampers washing off the baby shit
Paranoia make my '80s spit
Stay on some.. "N***a better pay me shit!"
Fucking with this blood money will get your lady hit
I became a man once the '80s hit
In my hood you better have a hood and plenty of shells
Countless, hopeless souls perishing, many in jail
Many sling yeyo as many in hell
Daily medicine is henny and L
Sitting around remy and scales
Petty criminals got pennies for bails
Man walk in a path of Christ but then he rebels
[Kenyattah Black]
Conflict of interest in a wild streets eyes meet
Nice chains, that dice games where guys compete
Your life change, mental revolution no longer
I'm losing as I catch the brick, catch the six
Sexy bitch, c-low put a stop in the trips
Mathematics with acrobatics in jealous he flips
Take a hen' as he sips, cats about to transform
Grab four-fours outta my drawer, make men swarm
I swear saw 'em scatter when I pull the gun
Shots fired, two in the air like Bull Run
Playground full of children unaware
And yet they still smell gun smoke in the air
And the cat who tried to set trip ran off and disappeared
His chest exploded as bullets start dude from the rear
I passed the gun off, looked both ways then I run off
I gotta air the fuck out if I don't then I'm done off

(Chorus) Priest
To live a life like mine takes serious time
Coulda at least looked out for the brothers behind
'Cause if you take it from the devil we shine
Gon' to sleep, stay hugging my nine, stay hugging my nine

[Saulhaudin]
Faggots squatting and plotting miraging off in the trenches
My ratchet's just charging my junkies nodding off on the benches
My ghetto is off the chain, my thug's banging in vain
Slugs claimed the innocent to benefit fame
Reminisce what the 'cain did to my people
The evil we overcame, the pain of the diesel
When the vain of our mother while in the womb
In tune with joy, when does the pain stops
Raindrops keep falling on my head
Black clouds follow me in the street, lost sheep
When God speaks I answer him with an apology
The psychology of a thug is to eat and cheat death
When it creep, sleep is the causing of death
Laws are forcing the issue, when the pistol sighs
Crystal our spirit, that blow triple holes in your souls
Like decimals, the decibels of sound
From the four pound turn thugs into vegetables
Sipping thug's passion, thug's last sketch pulled a speck
Thug's teks got ten thugs, duece-duece teks
Produce loose n***as, expect their life on the line
In dice games lame n***as change in animals
Sniff 'cain, touch flammable burner that's bad for your health
'Fore you're richer then jewels, gunning, run through your jungles
Slugs tumbling your stomach make you humble yourself
[Killah Priest]
Born in a world left cold and naked
With a message from a dying Sheppard
From somewhere in a foreign desert
Rock the star and crescent
I wear the face desperate
Came from a place desolate
Maybe the wild dogs will make a poor meal
From what's left of me
The starlight governs me
The skyline covers me
The nightlife shootouts in front of project buildings
Mob death and killings
Villains leave torn ceilings
Save the children if we don't graze or willing
I appear in a psychic dream as a righteous king
Made in a lightness of the Supreme Being
Born a Maccabee, my sons will wear the double crown
The world's in trouble now
On the top of projects we bust a couple of rounds
Redemption is the only thing that make us settle down
Maccabeez, tablet reads on every Sabbath eve
We roll like we rabbits and the thieves
We rob from the rich and give to the poor for charity
Shalom your majesties, fashion in seas
Our gats will squeeze on those who are blasphemy
I picked the moon and the tarot card but that bitch ain't trapping me
Gun fire rapidly, young Messiahs we blast and flee
Clear out a block; fuck a cop, ya better off calling SWAT
Whip out the four-fours and Glocks, WHAT?
(Chorus) Priest x2
I don't appreciate what God has left me
Nothing but plain misery
To live a life like mine takes serious time
Coulda at least looked out for the brothers behind
I don't appreciate what God has left me
Nothing but plain misery
To live a life like mine takes serious time
Coulda at least looked out for the brothers behind
'Cause if you fall then the devil we shine
Gon' to sleep, stay hugging my nine, stay hugging my nine