South Philly, 
North Side 
Oakland, Texas 
Georgia, Black 
People Yo, 
Worldwide, 
Sup my nigga 
You know what 
I'm saying 
Dumb and blind... [Verse One: Black Thought] 
They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touching 
Gripping, draw you in closer make you want to listen to it 
And if you real ill at making music 
Then lesson'll feel like you livin' through it 
That's how my nigga do it 
I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping 
We went to 
Millersville to get away from gun clappin' 
It ain't last 
I be in class dreaming 'bout 50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out 
Encore, yo 
I'm headed back to 
Philly Nigga you rollin' with me? 
I'm trying to get busy 
We walk dogs that was off the chain 
Lot of times at the show people hardly came 
I just took it in stride as part of the game 
But inside people down with me started to change 
It was a couple things 
Lil' ??, lil' pills 
Instead of driving out on the road you rather chill 
I know the way the pleasure feel 
I'm not judging 
But still 
I'm on a mission, yo 
I'm not buggin' 
I got fam that won't stop druggin' 
They can't sleep 
They can't stick to one subject, they can't eat 
Is people steady comin' at me out in the streets 
Like Riq yo wat up with your peeps it gets deep nigga [Chorus] 
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high 
Son you missin' out on was passing you by 
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry 
But not you and 
I my nigga 
We got to get 
Come on, over over the water 
Come on, over over the water 
Water, Water... [Verse Two: Black Thought] 
Yo, we done made too many meals 
A couple of deals 
We done share clothes and wills 
Killed mics and reels 
We done rock 
Shows abroad, and slept on floors 
Trying to figga what the fuck we gettin' slept on for 
Oh why we walking with the rep up for 
Waited by the cavity law 
You know it if you came up poor my nigga 
Picture a bus up north 
You know we made of everything outlaws are made of 
I'm far from a hater 
And I don't say 
I love you 'cause the way 
I feel is greater 
In Illa you a poet son 
You a ball creator 
And this will probably dawn on you later 
Is in you nature, letters all up in the wall like they made of paper 
You got to find out where you talent take you 
You might fuck around, finally make it 
And that's real but yo [Chorus] [Verse Three: Black Thought] 
Yo, I want you all to understand 
I come from 
South Philly 
And when I walk the street is like a pharmacy 
They got all type of shit 
Anybody could get 
It goes from 
H to Ex To lucy ciggarette 
For my ghetto legend 
Known from 
Lil' shyst running 
Cop codeine by the courts and keep comin' 
Dummy, just embracing the dope like it's a woman 
You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin' 
Tuggin', in between 
Islam and straight tuggin' 
Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin' 
See'em looking shaking their head and start shruggin' 
If they don't have a man like mine, they got a cousin 
Hey yo you better be a true friend to 'em 
Before the shit put an end to 'em 
Or give a pen to 'em 
Or lock'em up in the studio with a mic '
Cause on the real it might save his life 
Keep tellin'em [Chorus x2]