[Scarface]
 These are the last days, settle in
 Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in
 They bustin metal and, ain't got remorse for the innocent
 It's just another [bad word] in the morgue
 My momma's pregnant with a son she should abort
 Cause she ain't knowin what I'm fin' to be facin is nothin short
 of a, racially motivated killin cause them boys
 see a [bad word] as only a third of a human, {?}
 Every time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe
 Cause I'm knowin how he feel, and I'm just bein real
 I don't hate and I don't preach it ain't no motherf**kin secret
 We ain't first cla*s citizens, and we ain't second either
 Need to, get up and get out, and cut that [bad word] out
 [bad word] get yo' own you [bad word] at this [bad word] house
 The lack of makin money make a motherf**ker bend
 If you'd rather me than you die in the end, again and again

 [bad word]  Bilal]
 I made it over to dry land
 but still wound up sinkin in quicksand
 I'm tryin Lord, I just can't get right
 Paid the bills on Monday
 Even went to church on Sunday
 But I, but I, but I just can't get right

 [Scarface]
 I lay in bed lookin up at the ceiling
 as the fan turns in a circle, thinkin 'bout my evil
 Seein end on my TV, bombs in the skies
 over Baghdad they fight but they don't know why
 What they said about Hussein, was a God [bad word] lie
 Raised a war against a religion for oil, don't lie
 I seen, kids from the hood livin like they gon' die
 with the mindset of be broke or let's go get high
 With the people livin so crazy how we gon' get by
 Gasoline five dolars, how the f**k we gon' drive?
 Can't afford to fill our prescriptions so we all gon' die
 CVS is slangin dope on every block worldwide
 Since, spies up and had the dope game on fine
 Then it's only right for one [bad word] to go get mine huh
 If they injured how they gon' survive?
 If they stuck at the bottom how the f**k they gon' ride?

 [bad word] 

 [Scarface]
 Ain't life a muh'f**ker, first you think you got it, then it
 all falls apart in front your eyes, try to stop it, but it's
 part of the plan that was written by the man
 Got me down on my knees and my hands, prayin
 Forgive me Lord, thank the Lord I'm alive
 Cause I'm knowin deep down I coulda died
 I shed so many tears lost so many peers
 In the grave or the penitentiary facin 20 years
 Pourin beers on the corner, cause Frankie told me {?} lonely
 I was high livin blind to the fact that they sold us out
 America the Beautiful, there's a funeral
 on every day of the month, tryin to get our knees up
 Huh, it's another chance under these circumstances
 My people ain't advancin, but if we pray
 Maybe we'll get to live our life in the sun
 'stead of livin on the blocks dyin young, here [bad word]