5 o'clock

Where you at? Where you at?... Yeah
Now where you at, where you at? [x4]
[chorus]
Its really real, the way Im feelin right now
At 5 oclock in the mornin-a
The crack of dawn-in-a [x4]
[verse 1]
Its really real, when I feel the way that I do right now
I see all my brothers underground
Pushing up daisies, man, it amazes me
That you cant see where you gonna be
A statistic, everybodys gon call ballistic
If you had a good day, damn, I must have missed it
Cause you mad at the Universe, going to hell with everybody else
Cause you want your own first
I got the urge to let you in on a little secret
Cause you keep dying if I keep it
All the killing that youre feeling is from within
For the copper check the color of your skin
Why lie? I couldnt try even if I had to
Born with the bullet -proof vest when I had you
A black woman trying to get through to the few
So you can live the next crew
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[verse 2]
Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where youre heading
The last few years I watched while you were sheading
Pounds and pounds on growth for the population
Soon we wont be able to have a strong black nation
A shooting here, a stab there will it ever stop
Cause now youre dying from the dose of the crack rock
Im just a Nubian Queen that needs a king to stand strong
And try to press on
Its not white mans finger on the trigger
Car-jacks, drive-bys, callin each other '*****'
Im nothere to scold but rather shape n mold
A young black mind that wont live to grow old
Cause youre fronting smoking on the blunt and
Down with your friends cause you think youre making ends, but youre not
And its the truth of the matter
Your brother gettin skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter
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[verse 3]
It aint no lie, Im sick and tired, I feel the fire
So baby can you grab my hand so I can take you higher
Coz Ive seen you sinkin. so get your mind to thinkin
But all of that **** you did has got you shrinkin low
The moves that you made, got your faith in the wrong direction
But some love and affection would change that
With the quick-mix, could this sickness
Is spreadin so damn fast, a black major cant last
But what can I do, a strong black woman
Give you loving and affection keep you focused when you come in
Cause its real, Ive got to find out how you feel
To keep your **** fixed, and your hands up on the ceil (yeah yeah)
[chorus]
Now where you at?
Now are you a criminal? [repeat]
A where you at, where you at? [x4]
[chorus]