5 O'Clock-Nonchalant

Where you at? Where you at?... Yeah Now where you at, where you at? It's really real, the way I'm feelin' right now At 5 o'clock in the mornin-a The crack of dawn-in-a It's really real, when I feel the way that I do right now I see all my brothers underground Pushing up daisies, man, it amazes me That you can't see where you gonna be A statistic, everybody's gon' call ballistic If you had a good day, damn, I must have missed it Cause you mad at the Universe, going to hell with everybody else Cause you want your own first I got the urge to let you in on a little secret Cause you keep dying if I keep it All the killing that you're feeling is from within For the copper check the color of your skin Why lie? I couldn't try even if I had to Born with the bullet-proof vest when I had you A black woman trying to get through to the few So you can live the next crew Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where you're heading The last few years I watched while you were sheading Pounds and pounds on growth for the population Soon we won't be able to have a strong black nation A shooting here, a stab there will it ever stop Cause now you're dying from the dose of the crack rock I'm just a Nubian Queen that needs a king to stand strong And try to press on It's not white man's finger on the trigger Car-jacks, drive-by's, callin' each other "nigga" I'm not here to scold but rather shape n' mold A young black mind that won't live to grow old Cause you're fronting smoking on the blunt and Down with your friends cause you think you're making ends, but you're not And it's the truth of the matter Your brother gettin' skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter It ain't no lie, I'm sick and tired, I feel the fire So baby can you grab my hand so I can take you higher Coz I've seen you sinkin'. so get your mind to thinkin' But all of that shit you did has got you shrinkin' low The moves that you made, got your faith in the wrong direction But some love and affection would change that With the quick-mix, could this sickness Is spreadin' so damn fast, a black major can't last But what can I do, a strong black woman Give you loving and affection keep you focused when you come in Cause it's real, I've got to find out how you feel To keep your shit fixed, and your hands up on the ceil' (yeah yeah) Now where you at? Now are you a criminal? A where you at, where you at?