Nas Purple songtekst

Light it, uhhLight it up, uhh[Nas]The whole, city is mine, prettiest DonI don’t like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyersWhy it’s mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it’s just an introHate it or love it, like it bump it or dump itWriting, across the stomach spell GOD sonLife is like a jungle black it’s like the habitat of TarzanMatter of fact, it’s harder than most can imagineMost of my niggaz packed in correctional facilitiesHalf of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shotsMay the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the blockWhere they used to stand at, somebody’s takin they placeA younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can’t understand thatSame walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possibleA thug dies, another step inside his shoesAnd they will hurt you, layin low with a bottleI’m blowin circles, my state of mind purpleLight it, light it, uhhYeah.. light it up, light it up, uhhY’all just wanna deal with dramaTalk about niggaz who got things, y’all ready to kill his mommaEverything you went to is underworld relatedYou sell your man out, not even your girl is sacredYou don’t trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiersto pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulderThink of how many dudes died tryin to be down with youEverybody’s under six feet of ground but youStill standin, still roamin through the streets, that’s realYou a survivor, knowin all the beef is illYou got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that’s readyTrustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadlyThe hood love you but behind your back they pray for the dayA bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you awayThat ain’t love it’s hate, think of all the mothers at wakeswhose sons you killed, and you ain’t got a cut on your face?Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is GodSomebody tell these shorties reach for the starsInstead they tell ’em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirrorLookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill yaWe smoke three tokes nigga pour more HennyHe sighs with eyes that seen a war too manyCold-blooded murderers, universalHood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purpleLight it up, light it up light it up, uhhLight it up.. light it up, light it up, uhhUhh.. uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhhThese hot-headed youngsters, always get into troubleReactin before thinkin, they easily irritatedAnd murder’s premeditated, it’s a fact that we sinkinwhen we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it’s just jailDrug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindininstead of movin forward, to blow up so what’s the science?People shoutin, police pushin the crowdAnd on the ground’s a young soldier, with meat hangin out himAm I hallucinatin off the hazin?Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga’s face inIt’s a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shotsPhotograph pictures of, suspect facesIt’s usually, two or three niggaz who innocentBut if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone’ll snitchA divide and fall strategy, they aren’t fairI dig in my bag of weed that’s covered with orange hairThis Color Purple’ll make Whoopi give me the pussy(?) Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel meThis is how I escape the madness, too much of anything’ll hurt you

So, my state of mind’s all purple