PJs Songtext / Lyric

My past and my present

My name is Priesthood

Is it too televised for you?

Is it too real for you?

Domination, world population

Keep me runnin' while I'm gunnin' at Satan

Please, Lord, let me fly

Give me answers to the when, where, how, and why

To questions we asked, back of my school class

I know I'm not a fool raised by my cool dad

Then he passed, started cuttin', smokin' hash

Damn, I was an ill shorty!

Thinking of the years

That my peers was here before me

Court cases, buying beer by the 40

Getting scary thoughts

When I'm playing with my Legos

Stacking pieces, I build 'em like a cage yo

Is it my cage I'm in?

Is it the rage I'm in?

Why they degrade my skin?

I say my prayer while I'm looking at the guns flare

A victim fall while the innocent young stares

Don't blame it on the sunshine

Don't blame it on the moonlight

Don't blame it on the hood times

Rhymes start to sink in

My own hood may be my cross

Police, my crown of thorns

Same child y'all pounded on

On the roof, ice picks

Someone shoots, this whole world is crazy

As the herb smoke swirl, I'm hazy

Can't let the devil get the best of me

This ghetto's not my legacy

My middle finger to the flag with my bandaged ribs

The other click on a mag

You gotta see the PJs for what it is

And life and what we know

The world is what we know

I'm just gonna pour me a glass of