Artist: Bronze Nazareth Album: The Great Migration Song: Good Morning (A Nice Hell) Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah... you know.. Aight... yo.. Knowimsayin, let me walk through the yards... yo. [Bronze Nazareth] Let me walk you through the yards where life is truly hard On the pathway, from a disease that ashtray All day, we on the grind like Monday Just let me smoke my insence, life is intense Like the Black Day in July.. Excuse me, mam, I'm just try'nna get by Just try'nna get past these souls that fly Like the bullets down my way, hoes around my way Souls is drowing in the dead sea of sex and Alize Look out for the dead children, maybe you'll find hope Sitting in the building, around a plate of that coke Damage your mammo-grammy, we see what's in your heart On the road to nowhere, the boulevard; Rosa Parks Those are sharks, wake up, cause the jakes up Just try'nna reach for his goal, he reach for his gun It ain't no Tums when the heart burns like the sun Tears for the whine, sims, this can't be life Flowers for sale, half off the funeral price Rock skip accross lungs, family are stunned Good morning, the flute plays my song of sorrow Today we got hope, but what about tomorrow? Good afternoon, still blast the same tune Good evening, thief Steve was his demon [Chorus 2X: Bronze Nazareth] He came screaming, like "Blaow! Nigga fuck ya life" Good night, sometimes hell seems kinda nice She came tears, screaming, like why they take his life? Kissed his forehead in the coffin, good night [Bronze Nazareth] Float through the day, like heroin in the veins Of a mad sinner, from whiskey to a bad liver It's mad different, when he trying on my shoes Maybe they learn in turn, that I don't wanna breathe booze And they don't wanna sell birds, bricks & bodily germs Just try'nna reach our goals, so we reach for what burns And I probably know I'm wrong, but it's the same old song On the radio playlist, how the sales made him famous And you probably wouldn't see us, just as niggaz & felons Maybe you'll find promise in a box of ego talents Maybe you'll see dreams in the eyes of the fiends And the tray green for green, is the best way, it seems Now we ain't say we innocent, angels, or preacher's sons But you slap my hand away whenever I reach for funds Anger and pain, take a bang of the George brain On the train to nothingness, with wilther mere dreams It ain't no time, when freedom is on the clock You'll either join your sports team or I'll bench press a glock Good morning, I guess we never broke the slavery bonds Cause I came out the precint with the same chains on Good afternoon, I'm still laughing at the moon Good evening, we all poured our liquor out grieving Poured our liquor grieving.. [Chorus 2: Bronze Nazareth] Psalm pulled a pipe, like wait, I love life Good night, sometimes you die after you see the light He shot to the side like last night's dice Missed the man on purpose, cause he regained his sight Psalm pulled a pipe, like wait, I love life Good night, sometimes you die after you see the light He shot to the side like Antonio McDyess Missed the man on purpose, cause he regained his sight [Outro: Bronze Nazareth] And that's how it goes, when it goes how it goes..