PG

PG -Saul Williams
Ain't from the streets of Compton
Ain't from no prison yard
Ain't got no guns or weapons
Hell ni**a I ain't hard
I'd rather help than fight you
I'd rather hug than swing
I know where diamonds come from
And ain't about to bling
Ain't got no fancy car
I can't afford my rent
Ain't even got my own style
Sometimes I'm 50Cent
But I ain't got not bullets
And I ain't bullet proof
And you can take your aim
But you can't kill the truth
Ay yo untie that noose
Son we ain't free we're loose
I'm sleeping on the floor
Above your party's burning roof
And when that party's through
Here's what you need to do
Just hold that mic right to your heart
And hear the beat of you
I got a heartbeat produced by God
And boy it sounds hard
I got heartbeat produced by God
And boy it sounds hard
I got a heartbeat produced by God
And boy it sounds hard
I got a heartbeat produced by God
And boy it sounds hard