rain drops keep fallin' on my head

they keep fallin'

rain drops keep fallin' from my soul

you keep ballin'

just alittle bit longer

just a lil'

men friend keep fallin' out the trees

they keep fallin'

women folk who loves them they keep fallin'

they keep fallin'

and you say just alittle longer

just a lil'

and my soul aches

too long have i been waiting too long

just a lil'

Malcolm dead yall brother Malcolm

and Martin Lord he gone brother Martin

and the attack is on yall brother sharpton

brother jackson

and they digging up dirt brother Kwame

mayor kwame

brothas been shooting up far too long

been wearing pants all wrong

yall don't understand the master plan yall just

don't understand

i hate black people

i hate niggas yall

they been supressed far too long yall

far too long

ain't they got no sense

and the rain drops keep fallin' on my head

they keep fallin'

nappy head hoes

they keep fallin'

and these women are pros

but they keep fallin'

blame it on rappers

blame keep fallin....and thought he got

fired

he retired and be laughing

wider riff !!!!!

 watch them fallin'

and you make your money

dodgin' and fallin'

just fallin'

and i say fuck this ghetto shit

but i keep fallin'

words so angry they melt before they get

out my mouth

they keep fallin

trees and flowers don't grow from concrete

they keep fallin

and babies our babies see

stravin' they is stravin'

like we when moms and pops were fallin'

and they was fallin'

our babies they

 they need they sun

and they need they air

cause they need to breathe

even on these concrete streets......

and say f.#% that B$%^&&!!!

i am happy to be nappy

and i say kiss my A*&$!!!

too proud to worry bout you

master liar

and i wonder why we ain't all crazy as hell

hell keep fallin'

and you baby

my man child you keep fallin'

smear blood cross school walls

watch them fallin'

and i wonder why we all ain't crazy as hell

hell keep fallin

and baby i spread my smell on words

between lines

so you don't forget about me

while yo ass in jail

and i'm sure to be on my way

holdin it down

cause you need your mags

and phone calls

and rain drops keep fallin' on my head they keep fallin'