Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pieces of A (Black) Man, artist - AZ. Album song Pieces Of A Man, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Pieces of A (Black) Man |
Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind |
Pieces of a black man |
My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it’s like taboo |
(yeah) |
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (Bustin') |
Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind |
AZ: |
Yo when times get trifle |
I’m subjected to street survival |
See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles |
Livin’holy, but currency seem to control me Movin’coldly, in the presence of old parolies |
My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie |
Police know me, but ain’t got enough to hold me (yeah) |
I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels |
A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh) |
You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools |
Solitude certifies all moves |
So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah) |
Absorbin’fast, learnin’from niggas I lost in the past (Yo) |
It’s poison plays in these foul days |
Housin’cops &they foul ways, and walkin’through a wild maze |
Holdin’my brain, tryin’to maintain |
Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game’ll never change |
CHORUS: |
Pieces of a black man |
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it’s like taboo (taboo) |
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (Yeah) |
Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind |
AZ: |
Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis |
Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh) |
It’s all the worst genocide, I guess the water’s cursed |
My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh) |
She prayed for peace, hopin’I’m saved before she lay deciest |
To say the least, the warden’s to wise to play the streets |
I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah) |
&though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat |
Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed |
Inhalin’chocolate, tracin’back to where it started |
The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce &tres |
The Mack sprays, puffin’lye, truth &days |
&though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I’m down still |
All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville |
I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin’my head |
Eyes red, it’s Doe Or Die till I’m dead |
CHORUS: |
Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh) |
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it’s like taboo |
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (What) |
Some servin’state bids cuz they hustle blind |
Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin’C’mon) |
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it’s like taboo |
Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin’nines |
Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind |
AZ: |
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission |
Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction |
I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up Buggin'off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up But time flyin', playin'these corners'll let it slide by Puffin'lye, |
homicide, coke supplies dry |
So play the game, other slow up change the lane |
Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain |
It’s a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures |
They tricked us, got us trapped in takin’pictures |
Interogatin', locatin', destination' |
Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin' |
It’s on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin' |
Unknowin’first time fellons on trial blowin' |
So burn your clips |
And sit back, learn your shit |
The last of these real reps left turned legit |
CHORUS: |
Pieces of a black man |
My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land |
it’s like taboo (taboo) |
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (bustin') |
Some servin’state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind |
Pieces of a black man (black man) |
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel) |
it’s like taboo |
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines |
(buck, buck, buck, buck) |
Pieces of a black man |
My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it’s like taboo |
(taboo baby) |
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines |
Some servin’state bids cuz they hustle blind |
Pieces of a black man |