Stillmaic

Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt They thought I'll make another Illmatic" But it's always forward, I'm moving Never backwards stupid here's another classic C-notes is falling from the sky By now the credits rollin' Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by The Kid slash Escobar Narration describes the lives of lost tribes In the ghetto, trying to survive The feature opens with this young black child Fingers scratched, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down While Mary Jane girls, 45s playing soft in the background Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft And the murderous, hungriest crews People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth