Jim Jones - Letter to the Game Lyrics

Second floor my hotel I'm rollin
Up bout to blaze and zone out to this
Frankie Beverly and Mayes
As our days about to pass and
Them days in the past
He set my mind free so my mind free at last
So much that I don't even
Drink from a fckin glass
Id rather find the first fountain I
Can and do it fast
Didn't understand a dream of a
King now do the math
Coincidentally on your birthdays I
Ditched the class cause the younger me
Dumber me was chasin the cash
Chasin the ass
Low life with his face in the grass
Ridin home from school in front of the bus
Not even thinking bout how Rosa
Parks done it for us
How she stayed behind bars and
She done it for us
And she stayed behind bars till
She won it for us
Sometimes I wanna give up or
At least take a break
That's when I close my eyes
And see Coretta Scotts face
Cause Sometimes I wanna give up or
At least take a break
That's when I close my eyes
And see Coretta Scotts face uh
Word up Game standing at the pue panoramic
View of the seating
Greeting, I've been meaning to do
Me some letter reading, to the King
He forever breathing your
Messages never leaving some of your homies
Phonies I should say it when I see them
Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors
Jerks some should never be allowed
In Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta
Some people be patient I
Know this ghetto grammar
But I'm a street dude normally
I just speak rude
Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper
Hate killed him
Noble peace prize winner they
Duplicate the feelin
As a kid I ain't relate really
I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly
Till your world awoken me
First I thought your were passive
Soft one who ass kissed
I was young to be honest
I was feelin Mohamed
I ain't even know the strength you
Had to have to march
You was more than just talk you
Were the first real Braveheart we miss you
Feels like King be in me sometimes
The word nigga is nothing like nigga
Don't sound shit alike like Game like Jigga
One came before the other like
Aim and pull the trigga
One is slang for my brotha
One is hang and take a picture
The rope ain't tight enough
He still alive go fix it
Pour some gasoline on him
Call his daughters black bitches
Make him pick cotton
While they momma clean up the kitchen
The same cotton in white tees that's
The cotton they was pickin
If Dr king marched today
Would Bill Gates march?
I know Obama would but
Would Hillary take part?
Great minds think great thoughts
The pictures I paint make the Mona
Lisa look like fake art
I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
Cause when it rains it pours
I need Rihannas umbrella
For Coretta Scotts tear drops
When she got the phone call that the
Future just took a fckin head shot
I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn't catch
Him before his body dropped
Would he give me the answer? Probably not
Second floor my hotel I'm rollin
Up bout to blaze and zone out to this
Frankie Beverly and Mayes

Second floor my hotel I'm rollin
Up bout to blaze and zone out to this
Frankie Beverly and Mayes
As our days about to pass and
Them days in the past
He set my mind free so my mind free at last
So much that I don't even
Drink from a fckin glass
Id rather find the first fountain I
Can and do it fast
Didn't understand a dream of a
King now do the math
Coincidentally on your birthdays I
Ditched the class cause the younger me
Dumber me was chasin the cash
Chasin the ass
Low life with his face in the grass
Ridin home from school in front of the bus
Not even thinking bout how Rosa
Parks done it for us
How she stayed behind bars and
She done it for us
And she stayed behind bars till
She won it for us
Sometimes I wanna give up or
At least take a break
That's when I close my eyes
And see Coretta Scotts face
Cause Sometimes I wanna give up or
At least take a break
That's when I close my eyes
And see Coretta Scotts face uh
Word up Game standing at the pue panoramic
View of the seating
Greeting, I've been meaning to do
Me some letter reading, to the King
He forever breathing your
Messages never leaving some of your homies
Phonies I should say it when I see them
Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors
Jerks some should never be allowed
In Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta
Some people be patient I
Know this ghetto grammar
But I'm a street dude normally
I just speak rude
Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper
Hate killed him
Noble peace prize winner they
Duplicate the feelin
As a kid I ain't relate really
I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly
Till your world awoken me
First I thought your were passive
Soft one who ass kissed
I was young to be honest
I was feelin Mohamed
I ain't even know the strength you
Had to have to march
You was more than just talk you
Were the first real Braveheart we miss you
Feels like King be in me sometimes
The word nigga is nothing like nigga
Don't sound shit alike like Game like Jigga
One came before the other like
Aim and pull the trigga
One is slang for my brotha
One is hang and take a picture
The rope ain't tight enough
He still alive go fix it
Pour some gasoline on him
Call his daughters black bitches
Make him pick cotton
While they momma clean up the kitchen
The same cotton in white tees that's
The cotton they was pickin
If Dr king marched today
Would Bill Gates march?
I know Obama would but
Would Hillary take part?
Great minds think great thoughts
The pictures I paint make the Mona
Lisa look like fake art
I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
Cause when it rains it pours
I need Rihannas umbrella
For Coretta Scotts tear drops
When she got the phone call that the
Future just took a fckin head shot
I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn't catch
Him before his body dropped
Would he give me the answer? Probably not
Second floor my hotel I'm rollin
Up bout to blaze and zone out to this
Frankie Beverly and Mayes