Industry

Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music

Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today

Preacher's son, yeah

Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot

And they both still were rulers of hip hop

And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college

And Big L never got found in the alley

Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies

Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50

Benzino shook hands with Eminem

And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim

And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up

I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up

And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray

Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)

Shots go off, mother's cry

Death since rise, homicide

Black on black crime needs to stop

Y'all can't blame it on hip hop

Cause what we say is what we see

What we see is reality

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow

Soon they won't live to see tomorrow

Imagine if Big Pun was still alive

I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad

Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child

And TLC never lost they Left Eye

Imagine Refugees never needin a passport

And John Forte never at Newark Airport

Million Man March, man, that was a start

Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park

When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this

Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)

Shots go off, mother's cry

Death since rise, homicide

Black on black crime needs to stop

Y'all can't blame it on hip hop

Cause what we say is what we see

What we see is reality

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow

Soon they won't live to see tomorrow

In the club never though Shyne shot the gun

But in the limosine JLO had to run

Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror

That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana

Back and forth and forth and back

Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her

The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox

Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top

Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah

While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die

Shots go off, mother's cry

Death since rise, homicide

Black on black crime needs to stop

Y'all can't blame it on hip hop

Cause what we say is what we see

What we see is reality

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow

Soon they won't live to see tomorrow

Yeah, peace be with y'all