(intro)
Where you at? Where you at?... Yeah
Now where you at, where you at? (x4)
(chorus)
It`s really real, the way I`m feelin` right now
At 5 o`clock in the mornin-a
The crack of dawn-in-a (x4)
(verse 1)
It`s really real, when I feel the way that I do right now
I see all my brothers underground
Pushing up daisies, man, it amazes me
That you can`t see where you gonna be
A statistic, everybody`s gon` call ballistic
If you had a good day, damn, I must have missed it
Cause you mad at the Universe, going to hell with everybody else
Cause you want your own first
I got the urge to let you in on a little secret
Cause you keep dying if I keep it
All the killing that you`re feeling is from within
For the copper check the color of your skin
Why lie? I couldn`t try even if I had to
Born with the bullet-proof vest when I had you
A black woman trying to get through to the few
So you can live the next crew
(chorus)
(verse 2)
Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where you`re heading
The last few years I watched while you were sheading
Pounds and pounds on growth for the population
Soon we won`t be able to have a strong black nation
A shooting here, a stab there will it ever stop
Cause now you`re dying from the dose of the crack rock
I`m just a Nubian Queen that needs a king to stand strong
And try to press on
It`s not white man`s finger on the trigger
Car-jacks, drive-by`s, callin` each other nigga
I`m not here to scold but rather shape n` mold
A young black mind that won`t live to grow old
Cause you`re fronting smoking on the blunt and
Down with your friends cause you think you`re making ends, but you`re not
And it`s the truth of the matter
Your brother gettin` skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter
(chorus)
(verse 3)
It ain`t no lie, I`m sick and tired, I feel the fire
So baby can you grab my hand so I can take you higher
Coz I`ve seen you sinkin`. so get your mind to thinkin`
But all of that shit you did has got you shrinkin` low
The moves that you made, got your faith in the wrong direction
But some love and affection would change that
With the quick-mix, could this sickness
Is spreadin` so damn fast, a black major can`t last
But what can I do, a strong black woman
Give you loving and affection keep you focused when you come in
Cause it`s real, I`ve got to find out how you feel
To keep your shit fixed, and your hands up on the ceil` (yeah yeah)
(chorus)
Now where you at?
Now are you a criminal? (repeat)
A where you at, where you at? (x4)
(chorus)
