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Uhh, y'know I still run with that, that blood of a slave, boilin in my veins It's just hot - until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a King - turn my voice up Aiyyo, the brother's "Stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wipin the dirt, cleanin my shirt They thought I'd make another "Illmatic" But it's always forward I'm movin Never backwards stupid here's another classic C-notes is fallin from the sky, by now the credits roll They're starrin Nas, executive poet, produced directed by the Kid slash Escobar; narration describes the lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin to survive The feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin the TV down While Mary Jane Girls, 45's playin, soft in the background Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns Stepped over dopefiends, walkin out the door, all of us poor I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft And the murderous, hungriest crews People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth I know the streets thirst water like Moses Walking through the hot desert searching to be free Letras de cancionesThis is my ending and my new beginning nostalgia Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in "The Matrix" I seen it all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute Spit a sentence then the game'll get rid of y'all Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap repo man To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real Professionals, stick-up kids dreamin for mills Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crip to Pirus this is survival Blood of a slave, heart of a King Blood of a slave, heart of a King Uhh, uhh, blood of a slave, heart of a King Uhh, yeah Huh, Braveheart, uhh.. From Letras Mania