[Intro: 88 Keys]
Yo, this is 88
This is for Amadou Diallo – our tribute
Rest in peace, you still here

[Fre]
Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin' like Brownstone
Bird's eye view of the bodega
No Omega like Rakim
Thinkin about brother Diallo
I find it hard to swallow
'Cause 41 is a hard act to follow
Or is it? It can happen tomorrow
Goes down all the time in some African community
This one just hit closer to home
'Cause it happened in our backyard
This that [*shit*] bring us closer to home
They ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that paper fo'?"
Don't ask me nothing, just tell me
Who Howard Safir got it safer for, that's why my raps sour
My peoples screamin "Black power!" and "La Raza!"
From the Bronx, police bustin', it's redemption time

[J-Live]
Now on the squad car, CPR's supposed to be the motto
But in they minds, they be like "Yo, I'ma do Diallo"
I guess master's noose was a bitter pill to swallow
'Cause nowadays, tips ain't the only things that's hollow
Constitution, 41 more holes in it
And cops swingin' sticks like they tryin to win the pennant
And stickin' sticks places where they ashamed to admit it
But that's the straw that broke the camel's back
THEY GON' GET IT!!

[Rubix]
Possessed by a nervous twitch and itchy writing finger
41 strokes through the barrel of pen for Amadou
And more than a few of my personal friends
Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends
The story, ancient as Biblical allegory and it's all gory
The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors
Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocateur mission statement:
Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly mandate

[Hook: Mos Def]
We proceeded on a country road
His mother's eyes withered swoll
Her child was never comin home
Said a prayer for his soul
As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below
First seed she had sewn, would be a tree never grown
Shade that was never known
Who controls the Terrordome?
The men with hearts made of stone
Who love only what they own

[Invincible]
Stay on your toes for a troop whose description match
Blue suits, walkin' round wit' a stinkin' [ass]
Ready to blast with the wrath of a hollow tip
And the fact is my taxes are scholarship
I feel it in my chest cavity
The only death's apathy, so I change it for who's next after me
And that's the fullest reward
Keep the face of the lost on my bulletin board

[Wordsworth]
Yo yo yo... it's blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbers
Clubs, walkie-talkies, recipes for bad summers
Frisked, pissed after I tuck in my stuff
I really think they just like touchin' my [*nuts*]
What's real stain they thoughts
Swear, but they won't say it in court
All they do is change the report
Riots, tryin' to keep the crowd in control
They even got shows, Cops, and LAPD, Highway Patrol, yo, yo...

[A.L.]
From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave
Brainwashed to kill each other, that's the plague that they made
I search 'em like readin scripts that could save you today
"White is right, black is wrong," that's the label they gave
Fryin' in hell, applyin' jails, they got you dyin' in cells
Triple six in the mix, Leviathan spell
Prepare for the worst, and try to hope for the best
I take a stare at the hearse, can we cope wit' the stress?

[Kofi Taha]
See, I live in the land of plungers
Illegal chokeholds and excessive gunshots
Where there's one millionaire for every million empty pot
And Adolf Guili' think we static, but he's in for a shock
They come wit' automatics but we flip it
Use the one, create the four Glocks and while stocks get washed
While school doors get locked and when jobs get blocked
The confi-dence get's rock
And when the welfare's drop into the jails we stock now
After Amadou wrestlin wit freedom tacks my mind into a headlock
But [*fuck*] H&R, I'm a true cat
Refundin power back to our Blocks

[Hook: Mos Def]
We proceeded on a country road
His mother's eyes withered swoll
Her child was never comin home
Said a prayer for his soul
As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below
First seed she had sewn, would be a tree never grown
Shade that was never known
Who controls the Terrordome?
The men with hearts made of stone
Who love only what they own

[Tame One]
Good life, you can bubble or struggle
But use your brain muscle if you hustle
Don't let nobody touch you
Don't even trust the ones that trust you
'Cause the ones you showin' love to might bust you
Snakin' is a cancer, my man got shot by Haitians or Jamaicans
Confrontations and school my mind's racin
I cried in sensations over this, now I'm hopin' this
We shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme for
My role models sold bottles and stole cars
And when they got locked, I accepted all the phone calls
That's when [*niggas*] was real
Back before I had a deal
Back when people called Vailsburg Hoodaville
ILL!!!

[Jane Doe]
My mind wonders on melodic jams
An exotic bird, caged with the rage and the violence of my words
The same things I down I turn around and do
The white cops say [nigga], but I say [nigga] too
Truth be told we hypocrites
In a materialistic society, spirituality shunned or
While young kinds get gunned on
Hibernatin in projects, which you project-ing
The pigs is crucifyin' but Africans is resurrectin' – Jane Doe

[Grafh]
Pataki sending cops to come and catch me
He better send a running back to run a track meet
When I'm running through the back streets
The rat teeth of the beast loving the black meat
Eatin' brothers like our pigment color is that sweet
To lock a man up in prison, the standard of living
Thinkin' they make a better brand of man than the man when he went in
Reprimand em' for sinnin
Handcuff his hands to the system, banned from his wisdom
With insanity in him, his mind roams like a cyclone
Damagin' victim, his eyes hold savage within him
Wrath with the venom, poisonous life
No ointment or Boysen for bites?
If it's on the left, walk to the right
Until death, do your part through your life
Like a boyfriend and wife, because the day-time's shorter than night
You know?

[Hook: Mos Def]
We proceeded on a country road
His mother's eyes withered swoll
Her child was never comin home
Said a prayer for his soul
As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below
First seed she had sewn, would be a tree never grown
Shade that was never known
Who controls the Terrordome?
The men with hearts made of stone
Who love only what they own (what they own... what they own...)

[Outro: 88 Keys]
Yo, life is fragile, remember that
Cherish everyday
Live life to the fullest
Aight...