900
Ain't no Sunshine
Just red beams
And dark shadows
On the murder scene
Where broken dreams
Cut like glass
Cause little Becky
Needs a new kidney
Come follow me
If you try'na see
While I walk you though
This analogy
It's an old story
That's been told
On my block
But it's getting old
In a paradox
Full of dirty cops
And dumb brothas
Out on my block
See the thin line
Between good and bad
Is it a dirty rag
Or a dirty badge
Only truth is spoken
When a God Speaks
That's why devils choke
When they try'na eat
Off of my plate
A red velvet cake
But ain't nothing sweet
On my black face...
