A Crying Heart
Killah Priest Lyrics


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(Priest talking)
Yeah, yeah, my name is Priest
You know what it is man
Here me out there world
What you got on this man?
Big time we gotta get it
What's over there? I go it
Lock that, Priesthood, knaw'mean?
It's real son, it's real son

(Hook) Priest
I only fucks - with - what's - real

[Killah Priest]
Let he who have sin, sin no more
Tired of kicking in doors, shootouts,, blood and gang wars
Chainsaws, tied up spouses, cocaine laws
Hawaiian outfits with SKs that bloodstain walls
Till you're losing ounces, niggas see the life that drug game calls
You're crying fountains on the calls, saying, "Please, she's only four"
Pleading the merciless men that murder your kin
Sending you threats over the phone and they murder again
Now you either make the payments or funeral arrangement
Contemplating, federal building put their name in a statement
Poor choices, take this like the gem from the pearl of oysters
Still wet on my tongue, rep where you're from
And your boy just see real niggas respected
Deliver this message to the dumb and the deceased
We all from the streets, made they rest in peace
While I wreck this beat with techniques
Resurrect speech with flows are deep in soul
I tell Ms. Rahman, I'm sorry what happened that evening
But it was Tone; his name came up now we even
And Mr. James I wish I could change, but Todd
Shouldn't of did what he did, you can't blame Rob
And Ms. Stevens, what can I say? A close call
But it wasn't me you visit at the morgue
When they killed Spark that night, my heart went to the right
My chest got tight, that was a hard one to fight
Hood mysteries that no one could figure out
Plain and simple, facts were there
Going through packs of beer
Make me run to the roof; let the Mac off in the air
You was always strapped, gave me dap then threw up the pairs
Like yeah, I missed those years, I dish out tears
Strange dreams at night make me wish you was here
Tommy you should have watched your back
Instead he let them niggas plot and then form an attack
His shots echo, bounced off the building in the ghetto
Mass genocide, inner-city children of the borough
And Mr. John, I did what I did 'cause of revolution
You're damn near sixty, may you lay next to Newton
The dollar bill, "In God We Trust"
Does God stand for Guns, Oil, & Drugs they gave to us?

(Hook) Priest

[Killah Priest]
Its project living regardless revolvers are spitting
When drama is lit, ganja get clipped, the mission
No bottles with ribbons, just hollows from Henchmen
Hell swallows us, death follows up
Bullet shells, toddlers get bucked
Black male role models are fucked
The little girls promised the world but tomorrow turn sluts
You either playing basketball or pushing crack in the hall
Or either rap or getting macs out the board
Now what's that, white supremacists?
No rights for immigrants (no rights)
Life imprisonment, some get life sentences
Secret indict, wife swapping with businessmen
We fight militant, deep as the words they're writing Genesis
Black paintist Rome-like the images
This goes to the judges and the sentences





(Hook) Priest

Overall Meaning

In Killah Priest’s song A Crying Heart, the lyrics are a vivid, powerful commentary on the brutality and suffering that exists within the black urban experience. The opening lines even detail Priest’s disillusionment with violence and aggression, as he raps about being “tired of kicking in doors, shootouts, blood and gang wars”. The lyrics address the harsh realities of drug addiction, gang violence, and corruption, as well as the struggles of black men and women to survive in a world that often seems set against them.


Priest’s lyrics also confront the failure of societal structures to protect and uplift black communities, as he laments the lack of support for impoverished neighborhoods and the harshness of the criminal justice system. He calls out the hypocrisy of the American dollar and the “In God We Trust” slogan, questioning whether these values actually reflect the actions of those in power.


Overall, A Crying Heart is a poignant and brutally honest commentary on the struggles faced by black people in America, one that does not shy away from difficult truths but instead confronts them head-on.


Line by Line Meaning

Let he who have sin, sin no more
Stop sinning if you have sinned before.


Tired of kicking in doors, shootouts, blood and gang wars
Sick and tired of all the violence and gang activity.


Chainsaws, tied up spouses, cocaine laws
Referring to the violent behaviors and regulation of drugs.


Hawaiian outfits with SKs that bloodstain walls
Referring to the attire worn by those who engage in violence.


Till you're losing ounces, niggas see the life that drug game calls
The life of a drug dealer is perceived as glamorous until the drug dealer's profits start decreasing.


You're crying fountains on the calls, saying, 'Please, she's only four'
Families of those involved in criminal activity are often affected by the repercussions of their loved one's actions.


Pleading the merciless men that murder your kin
Begging for mercy from those who have no mercy and are responsible for killing family members.


Sending you threats over the phone and they murder again
Even after receiving threats, the violent actors continue to carry out murders.


Now you either make the payments or funeral arrangement
Those who are involved in illegal activity are forced to pay a price that could lead to their death or the death of loved ones.


Contemplating, federal building put their name in a statement
Those involved in illegal activity risk exposure by testifying in federal buildings.


Poor choices, take this like the gem from the pearl of oysters
People involved in criminal activity make poor choices that affect their lives.


Still wet on my tongue, rep where you're from
Talk about where you're from until you die.


And your boy just see real niggas respected
Real people are respected because of their character and values.


Deliver this message to the dumb and the deceased
Spread the message to all those who can't understand or hear it.


We all from the streets, made they rest in peace
We all come from the streets and hope those who have died rest in peace.


While I wreck this beat with techniques
Making music with my unique style and skill.


Resurrect speech with flows are deep in soul
Reviving my speech with a powerful flow that's heartfelt.


I tell Ms. Rahman, I'm sorry what happened that evening
Apologizing for what happened to Ms. Rahman.


But it was Tone; his name came up now we even
Tone is responsible for what happened to Ms. Rahman.


And Mr. James I wish I could change, but Todd
Wishing that Todd hadn't done what he did to Mr. James.


Shouldn't of did what he did, you can't blame Rob
Rob isn't responsible for what Todd did.


And Ms. Stevens, what can I say? A close call
Not much to say about Ms. Stevens, but it was a close call.


But it wasn't me you visit at the morgue
I wasn't the one who ended up dead and you had to visit my body.


When they killed Spark that night, my heart went to the right
Feeling devastated when Spark was killed.


My chest got tight, that was a hard one to fight
Emotions are overwhelming and hard to manage.


Hood mysteries that no one could figure out
Mysteries in the community that remain unsolved.


Plain and simple, facts were there
The truth is clear and evident.


Going through packs of beer
Drinking a lot of alcohol.


Make me run to the roof; let the Mac off in the air
Feeling the urge to let out frustration and shoot a gun.


You was always strapped, gave me dap then threw up the pairs
Always had a gun on hand and gave me a fist bump before throwing up gang signs.


Like yeah, I missed those years, I dish out tears
Nostalgic for the old times and crying about it.


Strange dreams at night make me wish you was here
Nightmares about what could have been if someone was still alive.


Tommy you should have watched your back
Tommy was not being careful enough and ended up getting hurt.


Instead he let them niggas plot and then form an attack
Tommy let his guard down and allowed the enemy to plan an attack.


His shots echo, bounced off the building in the ghetto
Gunshots were fired and could be heard throughout the community.


Mass genocide, inner-city children of the borough
Genocidal behavior affects the children of the community.


And Mr. John, I did what I did 'cause of revolution
Revolutionary actions were taken in the name of change.


You're damn near sixty, may you lay next to Newton
May Mr. John die and be remembered like Isaac Newton.


The dollar bill, 'In God We Trust'
Keeping faith in God through the use of currency.


Does God stand for Guns, Oil, & Drugs they gave to us?
Questioning whether the values of God align with those who are responsible for distributing weapons, oil, and drugs.




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lewchootrain

I gotta say that his songs/beats are the most inspirational, invigorating, filled with determination, knows what he's doin.

Foxsta

killah priest is absolutely crazy true good emcee love his beats and lyrics

Paul Morrell

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AbbottSupreme

Word up!!! Dope track!!!..

apok2

i agree with you my dude, i beleive in what my heart tells me, not a book thats been rewritten and preached, and killed so many people, but i do have my own god, which i can talk too when shit gets rough

Sameer Mustafah Raza

This is what u call true hiphop bitches!

RetroAnime&Sound

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DOS UNO

Faith=Believing in something unproven. I know there is an Earth

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fender24m

just stumbled across you from the titles of your songs i thought you were like a christian or religious rapper....lol decent stuff though

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