I come home high and she start to cry   I can't take it   A brand new excuse does me no use   That won't make it   She at home with the kids, this is no way to live   What can I say?   I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still   Do things my way      And it's so strong, soo strong   It's like I'm dying   Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there   Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play   Ain't no game at all   I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling down   Nothing breaks the fall      And it's so strong, so strong   It's like I'm dying   Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there   Flying   Sounds of the sufferers pray      I come home high and she start to cry   I can't take it   A brand new excuse does me no use   That won't make it   She at home with the kids, this is no way to live   What can I say?   I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still   Black Dante and it's so strong   So strong   So strong   So strong      I'm out there flying   Flying   Flying   Flying      This game is fantastic, desire      Killers, this life, this life   Lovers, this life, this life   Hustlers, this life, this life   Thieves, this life, this life   Gamblers, this life, this life   Niggaz, Crackers, Children, Mothers, Fathers, Lovers, Neighbors, Hungry   Full the beautiful the stars the distance the close the stars   The heavens, this life   The floor, this life, this life   The high, this life   The beneath, this life, this life   All, all, everywhere, everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, home      Come on, this how it goes on   Ghetto people in the world today, get up   Ha! Look alive, breathe, wooh   Ha! How it goes      Mother, mother   Head in her hands   Her first born son dead in her hands   The whole thing was a setup, a scam   They knew it was set up and planned   Niggaz he worked with wet him and ran, and thas   Brother, Brother   But son, I don't see no brother hood   All I see is thugger hood   Get rich and fuck the hood   All they want is some good smoke from the hood   Lookin for the shorty good stroke from the hood   That's how they touch the hood   But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black   Because I'm brighter, black   And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night   Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite   Shout in the hood, we get the picture   'Cause everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witcha   What's going on? Ha      Understand this is real life   This how it goes on, this how it goes on   It keep going on, this how it goes on   Ghetto people look alive, get free   Get involved, remain to breathe, Ha! Wooh      If Marvin was alive now, wow   What would I say to him?   Where could I start?   How could I explain to him?   I know the minor world would probably look strange to him   Would he feel like today had a place for him?   Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference   When he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin?   When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know   That decades later we'd still be killin folks?   Or did he hope that we would realize   That we the first, the son of earth   The moon and stars, the great beyond   We black and proud, we brave and strong   We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh   And keepin on ?      Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real   This how it goes on, and you say you say   This how it goes on, and you say you say   This how it goes on   Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha   Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat   Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat   Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat   Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat      There ain't nothin to be afraid of   Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real   This how it goes on   This how it goes on, keep goin on   This how it goes on   Now breathe   Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin Modern Marvel