[Chorus: Shyheim]
Pardon the noise, I`m just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I`m just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I`m just a black ghetto boy
Went through the rain and pain...
[Shyheim]
Me and the older gods -- would build for hours
Tradin` stories, about this fucked up life for ours
There was space between our ages, but through pain we related
And they helped me understand, clear picturers they painted
I`mma fall back, with a blank stare and listen, it`s true
You can meet your best friend or enemy in prison
Zero two eight, three eight seven three was my den
I brushed my hair like Chicago, trynna get my waves to spin
Read more books than I ever did, from the Art of War and Seduction
To different shit on black heritage
I wrote mad people, who never responded
I was hurt, and disappointed, cuz I felt that we bonded
But you know, out of sight, out of mind, home boy, you know the saying
Shit was all about me, and even I couldn`t change it
C.O.`s was hillbilly bastards, devil racist crackers
When I see tattoo`s of a noose and a hangin` black kid
One said Franklin, when you go home, come back with a friend
The Willie Lynch letter, the slavery blueprint
It`s still in effect, that`s why at night when I sleep I sweat
[Chorus 2X: Shyheim]
Pardon the noise, I`m just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I`m just a black ghetto boy
Pardon the noise, I`m just a black ghetto boy
Went through the rain and pain, losin` sunshine and joy
[Shyheim]
Motivation, dedication, impatience would change my situation
I`m about facin`, walkin` the other day, towards better days
A double L A H, I be what them letters say
Show and prove that through my ways and actions
Action and ways, used to be a mental slave
Til Supreme Mathematics, broke the chains
Now I`m free, no long confined, I`m doing time
But yeah, guess what, I`m makin` it, worth for me
Educational informations, the key to success
To reproduce is the only reason, I have sex
Wifey`s a queen, I put the crown on her dome
My first priority`s gettin` home, I put my deepest thoughts
Into a poem, and draw hearts around the paper
To show my appreciation to the art, player
But the stocks is up, 99, point 9 percent, for the haters
My boy homey told me, Shy stay sucker free
And when you touchdown, holla at me
That`s real talk....
[Chorus 2X]
[Shyheim]
Peace Dad, what up, it`s aight in this jail, how is it in that jail?
Talk Mathematics cuz you know these crackers readin` our mail
Pops, I feel pain like you feel, you always be my hero
don`t ever feel like you failed
Remember we bumped heads in Transit, back in July
Those shackles, couldn`t touch, but we hug with our eyes
I realized, Dad, we had the same sneakers on, with the same size
Same green, same shirt, man that shit hurt
Mommy used to tell me that you was a dead beat
Cuz you chose the wrong people in the midtown street
Jocelyn, hustlin`, three card molly
All you ever wanted to give me was Atari
Now we up north, eatin` rice, Jack mac and calamaris, daddy, I`m sorry
I miss you, I love you, it wasn`t worth it
Pardon the noise, but nobody`s perfect
[Chorus 4X]
[Outro: Shyheim]
Been to hell and back, man, like 3 or 4 times
Man I was up north man, my moms up north
My pops up north, man, this my life, man
Hip hop`s my life, so when y`all miss jewels in this shit, man
I take it personal... so don`t be suprised man
If I start snatchin` y`all drugs, snatchin` y`all mics at the shows
Cuz I take it as you`re mimickin` my life, like y`all mockin` this shit, man
Like y`all makin` fun of me, man.... Man, listen, my niggaz
Man, let`s get money, let`s stay g`d up, man, let`s go, to the top, man
Bottom Up, straight like that, but that`s my shit, you heard?
