Modern Marvel - Album Version (Edited)

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