“Nas – Ghetto Prisoners”
“what’s a wicked nation? One with blind men, not taking charge of the situation. Empty arguments and real conversations needed.
The world’ll need it, to hear it. Evil tries to weaken my spirit, it’s chronic herb. This hurt come from the honest word.
I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned.
Find it’s way on the paper, so I could dictate it.
Articulate it, luckily, I was put on one of the ships that made it.
Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
To sink in the Atlantic. Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious but. Who decides when and if your life is finished?
If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord
May we break away from the chains abroad.”