Another Chance @ Life

[Intro: Wise Intelligent]
Yo feel that, that piano is good
This is it right here, PJ
This is it

[Chorus]
If I had another chance at life
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right
If I had another chance at life (Just one more chance)
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right

[Verse 1: Wise Intelligent]
Look, if Timothy Taylor was given, a chance to do it again, I
Would probably change a few things, I'd listen to me a bit more
I'd travel the world with three brides, no hate, to each his own
My name would no longer be Wise, you'd call me Jesus Jones
Pop off the hammer for Jers, return of a prodigal son
Go tell your favorite MCs to give him his style back, here he comes
If Timothy Taylor was given one chance to spit it again, he
Would rinse it until it's empty, lock up to the track like Cythie
Black youth would come to the forefront, hip hop would feed the masses
No weapon formed against us would prosper or harass us
I'd educate your babies, I'd teach black men to raise them
I'd civilize your ladies, I'd be Captain Save-A-Ho
If Timothy Taylor was given a second chance at life
I'd tell Shaheed and Culture that what we had was right
I wouldn't have let my sister be murdered on the train tracks
I wouldn't have watched my old earth expire in the projects

[Chorus]
If I had another chance at life
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right
If I had another chance at life
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right

[Verse 2: Wise Intelligent]
Yo, if Wise Intelligent’s given one chance to make it whole
I'd buy back all your souls, I'd give you crowns of life
I'd bulldoze all the projects, I'd build ghettos of grandeur
Let Jadakiss ask why, I'm here to provide the answers
No longer a need for black folk, see physical labor's cheap
Job market in constant decline, they movin' 'em overseas
Get money the motive the ghetto, pitch coke [?]
No love for the poverty stricken, youth clique up and form the gang
If Wise Intelligent's given a second chance to say this
I wouldn't water it down to compliment your radio playlist
I learned the hard way there's no such thing as black broadcasters
They're simply puppets at the mercy of their slave masters
Whatever you think, believe in, becomes the world around you
Poor people, think abundance, riches will soon surround you
If Wise Intelligent's given a chance to do it again
I'd think the thoughts of prophets, I'd rid the world of sin

[Chorus]
If I had another chance at life
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right
If I had another chance at life (Just one chance)
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right

[Verse 3: Wise Intelligent]
There's no longer a need for rappers, Jesus Jones has entered the building
That certain way you feelin' 'bout what I be talkin' 'bout
Talk shit while I'm walkin' out, never let hate control your thinkin'
I'm he who speaks believin', who hip hop fans are seekin'
If Timothy Taylor was given a second chance at life, I
Would probably not even rap, I'd open up school abroad
If Wise Intelligent's blessed with another chance to live, I
Would live for the love of the people, a little bit closer to God
I'd bind the broken-hearted, free the captive, touch the blind
Crush the grapes, say the grace and prepare the wine
Forgive the sins of our fathers for which we suffer today
Return the sons of mothers who mourn for [?] the Donnelly [?]
I'd organize the gangs, I'd give ‘em the knowledge and know how
I'd do this like Reginald Lewis, I’d teach ‘em to leverage the buyouts
I'd give ‘em a love for self, I'd wrestle with Hell to be right
If Timothy Taylor was given another chance at life

[Chorus]
If I had another chance at life
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right
If I had another chance at life
I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right