Street Opera Lyrics - Killah Priest

[intro: killah priest, (hell razah)] 

Back in the day, (times, struggles) 

940, (in the ghetto) 

Going through hell to come out right 

This is what we must go through to reach heaven 

(this what we go through..) to reach heaven.. 

(to escape hell,) ha, 

[chorus: hell razah] 

In the days of our life we got one life to live 

As the world turns around negative through positive 

At the edge of the nights, the guiding light 

That leads to another world, for the young and the restless 

Beware of your deathwish, to all my children in the general hospital 

The most impossible, 

We got for you the final saga of the street operas 

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[killah priest] 

In my location is where they run the operation 

You either stuck or getting bucked by the train station 

Word is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad 

And watch drop and they gone, they 9mm's 

Make bitches scream high-pitch like a tweater 

But shorty is a strong believer when he hold his heater 

I use an onze of my mind to make rhymes, 

And a half of brain to cause rain 

'cause life is like a game with no instructions 

Streets they be tusslin' to have a brother bustin' 

They adolescence carry weapons in they section, a wrong direction 

When they all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic 

And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to search 

They pop you first and dig your pockets later 

And maybe catch you for money or your pager (gimme that) 

Or slice your throat with the razor.. 

An old man told me once, sitting on a chair rolling a blunt 

I had a son your age, that ended up on front page 

From the impact of a 12 guage, his assassination 

Thrown me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face it 

He shown me old fliks, he was up for a scholarship 

Today is hard to swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so short 

I still see him on a basketball court, the bullet took a part of me 

The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it bothers me 

And all the prayers that I gave god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard 

That's when he took his picture 

And send your bucked the streets will get ya, 

It's either that or the price of liquor 

Even me, I learnt as the days grew 

That death is only a stage of phase 2, 

Thank allah that he made you.. 

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[chorus x3] 

[outro: hell razah] 

The final saga of the street operas 

Of the street operas 

The final saga of the street operas