Versuri 12. Motherless Child

(Sometimes I feel like a motherless child) 
(Yo yo guzzlin' forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) 
The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back 
(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) 
Raid your whole empire no doubt 
 
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines 
Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes 
Jobs and drug wars living by gun law 
Jailcats come home and want to take yours 
 
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people 
As the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat 
Think it, plus drinkin' that ninety proof 
Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to shoot 
 
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) 
 
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks 
Showin' off his eight fifty plus, what a nice whip 
Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain 
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins 
 
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball 
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall 
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals 
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital 
 
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the 
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders 
From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin' 
Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin' 
 
Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef 
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief 
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill 
'Cause if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will 
 
But, shit never calm down, one day downtown 
He dropped an ounce off 
Money had slept like a nightgown 
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there 
Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz from the movie theatre 
 
One had all guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on 
The other felly pell tucked with a firearm 
Movin' slow, baseball hats, crazy down low 
Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go 
 
Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G headed King Tudpea 
About the size of Little Maurice 
We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten 
I'm runnin' in, my first instance 
Is to return 'em the time is now warfare and pull Delf 
 
Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out 
Don't move don't even flinch 
Fix 'em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux 
He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin' him 
 
Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him 
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy 
Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty 
I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash 
 
Then he shot my man in the ass 
And broke mega glass 
Damn, had to go out with a blast 
I shot my way up out of the Albee fast 
 
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) 
Oh shit, what the fuck? 
This shit is horrible 
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) 
No doubt this is how we dope 
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) 
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)