Lyrics PJ's - Killah Priest, Zariya

PJ's

My past and my present
My name is Priesthood
Is it too televised for you?
Is it too real for you?
Domination, world population
Keep me runnin' while I’m gunnin' at Satan
Please, Lord, let me fly
Give me answers to the when, where, how, and why
To questions we asked, back of my school class
I know I’m not a fool raised by my cool dad
Then he passed, started cuttin', smokin' hash
Damn, I was an ill shorty!
Thinking of the years
That my peers was here before me
Court cases, buying beer by the 40
Getting scary thoughts
When I’m playing with my Legos
Stacking pieces, I build 'em like a cage yo
Is it my cage I’m in?
Is it the rage I’m in?
Why they degrade my skin?
I say my prayer while I’m looking at the guns flare
A victim fall while the innocent young stares
Don’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on the hood times
Rhymes start to sink in
My own hood may be my cross
Police, my crown of thorns
Same child y’all pounded on
On the roof, ice picks
Someone shoots, this whole world is crazy
As the herb smoke swirl, I’m hazy
Can’t let the devil get the best of me
This ghetto’s not my legacy
My middle finger to the flag with my bandaged ribs
The other click on a mag
You gotta see the PJs for what it is
And life and what we know
The world is what we know
I’m just gonna pour me a glass of