Blessed Are Those - Killah Priest

It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes

Some pay the price, while others refine

Blessed are those who struggle -- God loves you

And Wisdom is the principle thing for Kings and Queens

Many alliance will end, it’s like a sad song

from a violin, trapped like Daniel’s in the Lion’s Den

Tryin to pie-rce the iron skin, of Leviathan

Souls blowin in the violent winds

God help us, if we die in sign, I hear the trials

in the cries of men, that’s when the riot begins

Like things never get better, we forever

servin Nebuchadnezzar, since the days of our ancestors

Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures

Sharp dressers, smart professors

Start my lecture, I build lyrics like a art director

Show it to you like the film projector

Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle

Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces

Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble

Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like

there’s no escapin, the clutches of Satan

Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient

Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip

Politics and number slip

Once, shoved in ships, now we Bloods and Crips

Thugs with clips, niggaz who love the clicks

Hit the clubs and shit, so they can rub their hips

Hugs and flicks, niggaz with drugs and whips

Cash Rules this Rotten Apple, they got a worm in it Corrupt sinners, in my man’s jeep

with the windows tinted, sippin Guinness

Observin all the clinics, and liquor spots

They make me lick a shot through the rooftop

I never seen the glory

In the ghetto it’s the same story

Ciggarette butts and cold coffee, black faces

and white mouths, they cry out, for the White House

Ain’t no wealth shared, it’s welfare

and poor health care, self scared

It’s senseless, the way they got our black princess

on public assistance to end our existance

It’s a blessing… to struggle

It’s a blessing…

Yeahhyeahhh, it’s a blessing, just a blessing

It’s a blessing… *fades*