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(hed) P.E. - Live recording from before "Church of Realities" was released

Very rare by the way, hope you enjoy.

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My little sister
She was just a teenager
Then she was a mamma
Her life turned into big drama
Now her boy is older
Now she goes to college
She learns, she laughs
And her eyes are wide
My mamma came to this country
With my dad, he used to preach at her
He was a hypocrit, he tried to own her
Now she doesn't need him
She's got a boyfriend
She drives a new camero
And her eyes are wide

Her eyes are open
Her eyes are opening
Her eyes are open
Her eyes are open

Brother June grew up in the neighborhood
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Ghetto drunk
Ghetto unique
Bob Marley, he reach out to him
And all that reggae music speak straight to him
He start searching for that knowledge of self
With the third eye, self, high, brother started watchin his back
He moved to riverside, chillin with his lady
Now when June looks out the window
My nigga, he be lookin at mountains

His eyes are open
His eyes are opening
His eyes are open
His eyes are opening

The windows are wide and far
The windows are wide and far
The windows are wide and far
The windows are wide and far

So where you going
Where you going
Where you been
Where you at?
See where you going
Where you been
Where you at?
See where you going
Look out busta
Where you at?
Look where you going PUNK
See where you at

If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
Imma look to the back, pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
SHIT ALL OVER YOUR FACE
Shit all over your face
Shit all over your face

That sexy little girl
She had no father figure
Dirty hands, dirty man
He violated his daughter
Now she's a dancer
Dirty hind, dirty mind
She use that money
And make her life a little better
I was just a kid
I was just living
All the white people
You treated me like I was family
Then I went to school
Now that was something different
You called me nigger
But you couldn't seem to break me

And my eyes are open
You see my eyes were open
Yeah you see my eyes are opening
See my eyes are open
My eyes are opening
My eyes are open
My eyes are opening
My eyes are open
My eyes are opening
My eyes are open
You see my eyes are opening

So where you going
Where you going
Where you been
Where you at?
See where you going
Where you been
Where you at?
See where you going
Where you been
Where you at?
Who knocked your head PUNK
See where you at

If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
Imma look to the back, pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
If I drop the bomb pick it up
SHIT ALL OVER YOUR FACE KID
Shit all over your face
Shit all over your face
Shit all over your face
Shit all over your face kid