Yesterday - Emanon

Damn, hold up, yeah

Forgive me, I used God’s name in vain

Had her sayin' it when she came, shame on me

Spoke thunder as the lightning struck rain on me

Chilling with the same homies that never prayed for me

Stole from me, shoulda' stole on 'em, shit

Still chill with 'em 'cause this world’s cold on 'em

Why should I be?

I was told forgive and don’t

Forget, but high as I be, in the club toastin'

Cups with some right beside me

Who gives a fuck, times is rough, don’t remind me

Be godly, 'aight, folks walk over you

Like a rug when you’re nice, that’s why I had to be

Mean on this mic, bad tongue since mad young

Should I tell 'em that I never really had a gun

Or a son, or free lunch, or

Funds, left school dumb to have fun

Been on the run since then, Sin City

Where the city sins, repents, and sins again

Many men after many money, and I say

Many many, yeah, many many many

How many sins do we bend on a daily

Enough to make a nigga go (crazy) yup

Used to be the one screamin' 'pay me', now I’m screamin'

'Save me'…yup

Was there ever a time

When history was kind

When justice was just blind

When yesterday was fine

Was there ever a time

When history was kind

When justice was just blind

When yesterday was fine

You ever seen how little kids play?

Ever

Dare someone to reveal their skeletons one day?

But then their memory is fuzzy gray, you ever

Wonder 'bout the secrets that someone didn’t say

As a man you walk a fine line in your mind

One side is love, the other side is blind

Catch a good bird but still keep a flock of dimes

Then the preacher go and teach us to forget our crimes

But my neighbor doesn’t go to church, he sips wine

On my porch, put a torch to a square and pass

Time, I guess that’s fine, to each his own

Vice, and everybody has his own price, that’s

When you gotta learn to choose your own fight

Stand and deliver or make those green lights, in

America, where the motto is better is better, where

Never is the answer but they never say never

They only say soon but soon don’t ever show up

The poor stay sufferin', the ghetto stay tore up

The money gets divided like the fat cousin servin' up the

Cake and his excuse is he made a mistake, well

The problem is old, the solution is new, all the

Corporates are gone and the number is few, of

Who can fix the ailing system, we

Heard the symptoms, we failed to listen

Was there ever a time

When history was kind

When justice was just blind

When yesterday was fine

Was there ever a time

When history was kind

When justice was just blind

When yesterday was fine