Good Mourning

Good morning, Brooknam, another stop on the train

We come to a stop that everybody got to make

Whether you local or express



What's the meanin' of ghettofabulous?

Not ridin' the back of the bus, I'm a revolutionary antagonist

Some playas is mad at us for just doin' our music out of love

Some underground heads is hatin' 'cause we have fun at clubs



I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin'

You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line

Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal

It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal



Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction

We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen

At once still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts

On the corner watchin' how kids comin' to Brooklyn for they fronts



Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want

Fuckin' chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped

Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin' back

When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin' crack



Some get caught sleepin' on the Mother City so when they go

They come back as tales of niggas we used to know

Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory

Just straight ahead 'cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories



Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out

Like respect and fade out like TV sets

Into the banks of our memories we'll never forget you

Lyin' on your deathbed askin' for God to bless you



Good mourning, good afternoon, good night

What have you done with your life?

Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light

You only scared to die when you ain't livin' right, man

I'm puttin' up a hellafied fight

Stay awake to the ways of the world



I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin'

With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin'

You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin'

Starin' me down while your enemy is standin' adjacent



My heart is racin' but I know just what I stand for

We chasin' death carelessly like Jessica 'I care' Moore

Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you speak

Don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin's deep"



In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin'

Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin'

You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go

Your life is flashin', askin' for forgiveness but you move too slow



Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored

You was livin' for yourself so you could never be a martyr

Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father

Someone's lover, son of your mother

Somebody brother, somebody nigga



Now your spirit in the air like a whisper

Hearin' your name mentioned when we pourin' out some liquor

The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ

It's getting cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered



Good morning, good afternoon, good night

What have you done with your life?

Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light

You only scared to die when you ain't livin' right, man

I'm puttin' up a hellafied fight

Stay awake to the ways of the world

To the ways of the world



Yo, the time come for everybody

It ain't somethin' you can really prepare for



Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock, rock on and

Curtis Mayfield, rock, rock on and

Grover Washington, rock, rock on and

My Aunt Hazel, rock, rock on and



Big L, rock, rock on and

Freaky Tah rock, rock on and

Jerome Green, rock, rock on and

Slang Ton, rock, rock on and

We celebrate life, we celebrate life