blue I remember the tears in the morning The dread of the veil gently falling to the floor I'll never know divinity So inadequately I carve In meter and verse
of your guns, I got shot before Niggas' jewels got little rocks like Arkansas I'm the prophet of B.I.G., but never the next I'm the first in every verse
Will I front Queensbridge rebel... [Littles] A '78 baby comin' up in the hood crazy Watchin' crack bubblin' in mid-80s now I live it daily Young ones with guns
