(Talking)
yea i wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music cause without hip hop music i wouldnt be hear today Preacher's Son Yeaaaa

(Verse 1)
Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot
and they was both still was rulers of hip hop
and Puffy and Suge was roomates from college
and Big L never got found in the alley (YEAA)
Nas and Jay Z they was still homies
Squash tha Beef with Ja rule and FiFty
Benzino shook hands with Eminem
and on the same record i heard Eve Fox and Kim
and sometimes when i dream
is when i wake up and i kinda hope that the Fugees didnt break up
and when they walk into the studio i pray they didnt spray 
cause i miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay

(Chorus)
Shots go off mothers cry 
Busters ride homicide 
Black on Black crime needs to stop 
yall cant blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see 
and what we see is reality 
a ghettos a ghettos we got to live in the sorrow
so we will live to see tomorrow

(Verse 2)
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive 
i could see Fat Joe screamin "Terror Squad"
Imagine if there was four survivours in Destinys Child
and TLC never lost they Left Eye
Imagine Refugees never needing them passport 
and John Forte never at Newark airport
Million Man march man thats was a start 
now i need a million more to meet me at Central Park
when the revolution start you gonna have to play this
Imagine Slick Rick not getting deported

(Chorus)
Shots go off mothers cry (mothers cry yeah)
Busters ride homicide 
Black on Black crime needs to stop 
yall cant blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see 
and what we see is reality 
a ghettos a ghettos so we got to live in the sorrow
so we will live to see tomorrow

(Verse 3)
The club never thought SHYNE shot the gun
but in the limosuine J Lo had to run
paparazzi snapping shots through the mirror
That when i saw a smile from Princess Diana
back and forth and forth and back
Black Alyiah man do i miss her
the war goes on with the Roc and the LOX
Murda Inc G UNIT its a fight to the top
shot we lost to many siolders like Freaky Ty
why who get the cover of a magzine who got to die

(Chorus)
Shots go off mothers cry (mothers cry)
Busters ride homicide 
Black on Black crime needs to stop 
yall cant blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see 
and what we see is reality 
a ghettos a ghettos so we got to live in the sorrow
so we will live to see tomorrow

Yea Peace be with Yall

Live to see tomorrow 2x Fading