Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pg, artist - Saul Williams. Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Song language: English
Pg |
| Ain’t from the streets of Compton. |
| Ain’t from no prison yard. |
| Ain’t got no guns or weapons. |
| Hell, nigga, I ain’t hard. |
| I’d rather help than fight you. |
| I’d rather hug than swing. |
| I know where diamonds come from |
| and ain’t about to bling. |
| Ain’t got no fancy car. |
| I can’t afford my rent. |
| Ain’t even got my own style. |
| Sometimes I’m 50 Cent. |
| But I ain’t got not bullets. |
| And I ain’t bullet proof. |
| And you can take your aim, |
| but you can’t kill the truth. |
| Ay, yo, untie that noose. |
| Son, we ain’t free, we’re loose. |
| I’m sleeping on the floor above |
| your party’s burning roof. |
| And when that party’s through, |
| here’s what you need to do. |
| Just hold that mic right to your heart |
| and hear the beat of you. |
| I got a heart beat produced by |
| God, and, boy, it sounds hard. |
| I got heart beat produced by God, and, boy, it sounds hard. |