Žodžiai dainai: Everlast. Graves To Dig.

It goes one for the prophet
Two for Islam, three for the hood ??? (???)
Four for the Mother that birthed my frame
Five for the Father 'cause it's heart began
Been 'round the world suns all the same
Sometime's when I'm asleep I still call your name
Back when I was young I used to dream of fame
Now they all point their fingers sayin' "who's to blame"
Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls
Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns
They say, boy, don't ever ???, control your emotions
Take it like a man and make your stand
They say sex and violence go hand in hand
Every man blessed they gotta be tempted
Span through the depths of space and time
Stand, three eyes blind on the firin' line
Word to my man Divine, come too far
Singin' la allaha a lala
(???)
I was hopin' that the Lord got some mercy to spare
It goes one for the rumor, two for the deed
Three for the Angels, four for the Alamin
Somewhere in between, totally obscene
Perfectly clean, I've got a Babylon Feeling
Wombs need healin', truth need revealin'
Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin'
Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door
Kings and the Queens and the slaves and their whores
For every lost cause where the martyr's are found
That funky little sound that make you wanna get down
Somebody told me once that love makes the world go 'round
And kids they carry pistols out on the playground
That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star
Put your lights on, put down your crosses
It's time to tally up your wins and your losses
It goes one for Scott LaRock and two for Pac and B.I.G
Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig X3