Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter To The Game, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 04.12.2006
Song language: English
Letter To The Game |
| Second floor my hotel I’m rollin up bout to blaze |
| And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes |
| As our days about to pass and them days in the past |
| He set my mind free so my mind free at last |
| So much that I don’t even drink from a f*ckin glass |
| Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast |
| Didn’t understand a dream of a king now do the math |
| Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the class |
| Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin the cash |
| Chasin the ass, low life with his face in the grass |
| Ridin home from school in front of the bus |
| Not even thinking bout how Rosa Parks done it for us |
| How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us |
| And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us |
| Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break |
| That’s when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face |
| Cause Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break |
| That’s when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face… |
| Uh |
| Word up Game |
| Standing at the pue panoramic view of the seating |
| Greeting, I’ve been meaning to do me some letter reading, to the King |
| He forever breathing your messages never leaving |
| Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them |
| Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks |
| Some should never be allowed in Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta |
| Some people be patient I know this ghetto grammar |
| But I’m a street dude normally I just speak rude |
| Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him |
| Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin |
| As a kid I ain’t relate really, I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly |
| Till your world awoken me |
| First I thought your were passive, soft one who ass kissed |
| I was young to be honest, I was feelin Mohamed |
| I ain’t even know the strength you had to have to march |
| You was more than just talk you were the first real Braveheart |
| We miss you |
| Feels like King be in me sometimes |
| The word nigga is nothing like nigga |
| Don’t sound shit alike like Game like Jigga |
| One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga |
| One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture |
| The rope ain’t tight enough, he still alive go fix it |
| Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black bitches |
| Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen |
| The same cotton in white tees that’s the cotton they was pickin |
| If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march? |
| I know Obama would but would Hillary take part? |
| Great minds think great thoughts |
| The pictures I paint make the Mona Lisa look like fake art |
| I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela |
| Cause when it rains it pours I need Rihannas umbrella |
| For Coretta Scotts tear drops |
| When she got the phone call that the future just took a f*ckin head shot |
| I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn’t catch him before his body dropped |
| Would he give me the answer? |
| Probably not |
| Second floor my hotel I’m rollin up bout to blaze |
| And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes |