The Holy City (Live from House of Blues, Chicago)

You ever seen all yo niggas catch a case?
 You ever seen tears on yo momma face?
 This is the holy
 This is the holy
 The Holy city
 Damien went to jail in 98
 Few years prior
 Damn We was straight
 Up in 7th
 Going to the eighth
 Selling dummy rocks
 Just for the play
 Just joined our gang
 Biggest mistake
 Right here was the shift,
 Cause even though I did,
 & knew he didn't
 Facing the east
 Would make things a different
 Rites of passage
 For the bastards
 That master crime
 At an early age
 I just wanna get paid
 We can Fuck around and die any day
 Momma bout to cop her one anyway
 Get it on the block or
 Public aid
 And it's only two options
 While the police man watches
 And Damien caught a body robbin
 You ever seen all yo niggas catch a case?
 You ever seen tears on yo momma face?
 This is the holy
 This is the holy
 The Holy city
 You ever seen all yo niggas catch a case?
 You ever seen tears on yo momma face?
 This is the holy
 This is the holy
 The Holy city
 They make us mad,
 We burn, we burn
 Even when we celebrated,
 We burned, we we burned
 Well since self hate
 Is learned is learned
 Remember who got you in the headlock
 Before another lord suffer from a head shot
 Home of the fearless
 Home of the brave
 Uplifting these spirits
 From Outta the cave
 Cops call us all zeros Huh
 Call me Bruce Wayne
 Boo!!!
 Hands up!
 Don't shoot
 You know that we innocent
 Just bout damn finish
 Of all the attacks
 Gotta Excuse the black on black
 Crimes suit the one that did it
 Not the ones that didn't
 Progressive oppressions
 For anger
 Suppressing
 The lack of direction
 Excuse the aggression
 We learned from the best
 Lords,
 We digressed
 Can't point one finger
 Gotta Look around
 can't blame the sheets time
 Who else burned this hill down?
 You ever seen all yo niggas catch a case?
 You ever seen tears on yo momma face?
 This is the holy
 This is the holy
 The Holy city