Moanin’

[Intro: Killah Priest]
This goes out, to all the brothers that lost somebody
And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down
Sisters too...

[Chorus: Antonio Chance aka Shanghai the Messenger]
We'll be moanin' for my peeps, who've got shot down in the street
We'll be moanin' for my brothers who've got locked down in jail
We'll moanin' for my sisters who be constantly abused
Moanin' for the children who the system have failed
Moanin' for my peoples who have die and gone
We trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on

[Verse 1: Killa Sin]
Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger
Murderous, floating in the midst of perfect strangers
Killarm Saddam, I build with golden arms
Prophesize about the plat bomb, we drop bodily harm
The shot graze ya, who snitched the cops neighbors
Thick crack rocks invade your block major
Spots been taking his time for move making
Mood thugs breaking and leave your styles faking
Cream is the theme of this wicked world we breathing
Scheming whilst dreaming I fantasize a squeezing
Zoning, thinkin' about case I grab the chrome and
Blaze off one in your dome, your left moanin'

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
I take a walk through the park at night, living the black life
And while I'm stepping over crack pipes, everybody wants to get high
But nobody really wants to die, they only have fun for a season
But for what reason, plus who do you believe in?
They drink forties with they shorties, telling war stories
Some rebel, and some give up glory
And fame is like a game in the streets
(wassup g) The players kicking game to the freaks, crack buildings
Packed with black children, entrepreneurs producing stacks by the millions
The young kids they want rings and things
The buildings is flooded up with fiends
But I stand strong like a black pope
Gazing through the crack smoke
Repent from the pagan ways
I know your mind strays, but just listen to the phrase...

[Chorus: Antonio Chance aka Shanghai the Messenger]
I'm moanin' for my peoples sleeping out in the cold
Moanin' for the youths who try to make it on their own
Moanin' for my peoples starving all over the world
Moanin' for my people who lost they life fighting war
Moanin' for my peoples who have die and gone
We're trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on..
But they'll be moanin', weeping, and crying out for pain
Lord tonight I pray to you, oh when will it end.. they'll be moanin'
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)

[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
The great massacre, we fled to Africa
The 7 year AD Babylon 10 buck 2 page 83
And all the lies about Africanus, and Nostradamus, promise
Atomic, bomb, Saddam, Hussein, who's names not written in the book of life
This be the exodus out of flesh and lust, common minded
Abominable and the blinded, blasphemers, adulterers and drug schemers

[Outro: Antonio Chance aka Shanghai the Messenger]
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'
(they'll be moanin' and weeping and crying out for more)
They'll be moanin'
(long to not afraid to you oh when will it end..)
They'll be moanin'
(they'll be moanin')
(the whole damn world)
They'll be moanin'