The theme song to the Sopranos
Plays in the key of life on my mental piano
Got a strange way of seein' life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin' I can go, just switchin' a spare
On the highway of life, nigga, it's sharp in my sight
Oh, keen senses ever since I was a teen on the benches

Everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein' in the trenches
Him, livin' adventureous, not worryin' about expenditures
I'm bravin' temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin' my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
Is startin' to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin' to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture

Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin' is goin' as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz, actin' too suspicious
This is food for thought, you do the dishes