Them some small ass niggas man  What happened to the realism god?   Keep it tight!  (niggas, niggas ain't been, yo son  Niggas wasn't gettin beatins like we was gettin)  (niggas wasn't playin knuckles now  Niggas ain't playin knuckles no more)  Niggas couldn't even, niggas couldn't even take a ass whippin  (niggas playin piddy-pat)  Word up  Let's build this shit right here  Build this mountain of thought, thought process  Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick  Knahmean, for real let's get it on  (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)    [pop the brown hornet]  Growin up I never thought it'd be like this  Them kids I used to run with they end up on my hit list  I remember when we used to rhyme  Now we shootin at each other with fully loaded nines  And crack got us buggin  No more lovin and huggin  It's strictly slug servin over turf  What's it all worth  See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they're left hurt  And brothers don't think no more  Cause all they wanna see is war  Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by america  And can't even see the realness  Get your act together, it's about to blaze  Republicans they got them democrats in a daze  Cops are killin blacks more than ever  Blacks are killin blacks more than ever  We're blind in every which way shape and form  You better analyze that the revolution's on  They could care less about the black man's stress  I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest  Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin  Mothers are cryin but I'm still packin the iron  They say God works in mysterious ways  Well, so do the devil on a whole different level  That was one of the good ones, now he's gone  I just seen him last night, word bond  Ain't nuthin gonna stop the pain  Just remember his face and his name    Chorus:  Mercy mercy me  Things ain't what they used to be  Like people change  Oh things ain't what they used to be  (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)  Mercy mercy me  Things ain't what they used to be  They rearrange  Time is runnin out black man  (they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains)    [rubberbands]  My mom said it wouldn't work, callin me a jerk  Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts  Never thought I'd be the one that I said I wouldn't be  As a child, livin my life in misery  Eighteen years of age, I thought this was the easy stage  But I guess I got in wrong  With so much pressure on my back I can just collapse  But the black man stand strong like the eiffel tower  I'm dealin with some hard times  You wouldn't understand what I'm goin through  Wakin up with pains in my head that's unbearable  Just caught a few but if I catch another case  I might be placed in a correctional facility  Hit with a 1 to 3 but never been convicted of a crime  But then again there's always a first time    [down low recka]  Lord have mercy on these niggas man  (oh mercy mercy me)  Yo everyone was at the wake cryin  Family members and close friends, inside they dyin  For some it's never understood  But the bottom line is he gone for good  Heh, I say a prayer then exit to my left  Cause I'm still here waitin for my date with death  Sometimes I wonder what's better  Either walkin with the dead forever  Or meet my creator sooner than later  I often hope that the way I chose was the right one  Cause the road we walk through life is a tight one  Quick to throw grease in your path  You slip and fall they gonna sit back and laugh  But I'm fully equipped cause my shoes got grip  I'm sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit  Been through a lot, now I got my hands in this pot  And it ain't gon stop  Times are changin, illuminati want it all  And when they take it they gonna say it's cause of y'all  Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash  That ain't gonna last, lord have mercy    Word up  Let's build this shit right here  Build this mountain of thought, thought process  (they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains)  Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick  Knahmean, for real let's get it on  (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse