N.A.S.

He say you can't murder nas but who put nas on a map?
The first time I heard the light was when common told me hip hop was dead
In ninety four picu began funeral arrangements for me in chi raq
My soul sprinted to la where I followed tune to battery studios
Just to wake up in a pool of Rodney King's blood that flooded eighty eight and streamed upstream to oakland
I took an oath to dare while I know I can played in the background
Bye Baby helped me taste revenge and see the underground garages so I can find the cheat code to the marathon Underneath the valley of funeral pursuits I found the blueprints to the screams of the shy
In the water in the three hundred block of lake shore drive
Twenty one thirty to twenty three oh four
Ninety four minutes til northwestern morgue

Ms Hill reincarnated rhythm and poetry on two
Pandora auto loops
Nas radio reminds me that one three is ten four
Not a light but a sound to serve as a reminder that we live in biblical times
The correlation between the lines of society pains and the revelation of being in sync with one god
Has faded into a monotonous street dream
That was not man made but already written in a bible that has been in a government induced coma
The blue benz serves as a reminder that the get light was never a lullaby to take pictures through a ig lens

Uncle ed peace and love is what your note said
I wasn't there for him to take his last breath I saw his soul sitting at the edge of his bed
Quick tasks cuffed my ankles to a mud hole no eye contact
I tied his mrn on his left toe flushed each eye with saline taped his eyes down like a cross
Then a bag of ice over his eyes like a vr device
I zipped the black bag up
Do you hear god now at the top of my lungs
I can't apologize mom public execution I need volunteers to nail me to a cross
I read the lines between one oh oh block