Have Mercy
Raekwon feat. Beanie Siegel & Blue Raspberry Lyrics

I've been living in this world
I have been existing in this world

Not knowing where I'm going (knowing where I'm going)
Without any direction or aim (while pretending to have one)

This world ain't showing
This world is not displaying any sign(s) of progress or betterment

That it's gonna get better, better (yeah, it's gonna be trouble again)
In fact it's going to get worse again soon, like it has in the past

My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer
The length of my day seems to be reducing while my nights are lengthening

My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller
While my cell is shrinking, my son is growing up and I'm missing out on his growth

I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger
I work to improve my mental health while my physical strength is increasing

But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder
All the harsh situations around me are making me emotionally sharp and unfeeling

My chances for appeal, getting slimmer
The possibility of winning my appeal is getting lower each day

My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner
My skin is getting bright as a result of being kept indoors and my hair is thinning due to the prison atmosphere

See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (have mercy)
In prison, a high-stress environment, aging happens quickly and prematurely

I done seen weak niggas not last a year, so before lights out
I have witnessed weaker(less skilled in survival tactics) people barely surviving a year in prison so, to avoid the same fate, I prepare for the night ahead

I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite
Every night, I write a letter to my children and seal it as an act of love

And say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flight
As I seal the envelope, I say a prayer it gets delivered to them safely

I pray they sleep safe through the night
I also pray to God for their safety each night

Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels
I try to guide my son to do the right thing and impart some knowledge/wisdom to him

But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room
It is tough to bring up my son properly from this visiting room where I can meet him only occasionally

Many cells turned prisoner's tombs
Many cells have become the graveyards of prisoners

I just pray I don't die in here
I pray that I am not going to die inside this prison cell

and last night I almost cried a tear (have mercy)
Last night it was really hard, and I almost cried but I need strength to carry on

To all my gun holders, stand up, get it
A shout out to all those with guns

Cause when the killas come around, it's on
Because when murderers come around, it's time for war

Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast
When bullets start flying, they (killers) mobilize their forces quickly

Say some back shit, your flagship gone
If you talk back or say something disrespectful, they will take away your source of power in a public way

Can't play the building no more
You can no longer loiter around the house/building or in this part of town

Can't hang around by the store no more
You can no longer hang around shops in the area

It's really on, you a dickhead
Things have changed for real now, you're an unintelligent person if you haven't noticed that yet

Now you a dead man with no hand
You've lost everything, including your life, and now you're without power or influence

Now you can't believe you jammed
Now you find it hard to believe you're in such a terrible situation

Between my six niggas, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs
My six friends and I have 60 years total prison sentence and we are trying to maintain our fresh/fly look in prison attire and accessories

Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs
Despite the imprisonment, we have cash money accumulated and smoke hundreds of bills whilst moving from one place to another

Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed
Money is power and when you borrow money, the real horror is what you have to pay in return

Ratchet barrel under your ears
Hear the sound of the gun? It's below your ear level

Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard
The streets are cruel in the day time, and full of robbers but life in prison is quite tough too

Even the cops clutter us to starve us (have mercy)
Even the police in charge of enforcing the law does nothing to save us from starving, a reason to pray for mercy

The killas is star struck, look at the cars and trucks
The killers are enamored with luxury vehicles

Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck
When they carry their Rambo guns around, you can't expect to have luck

Whether fail or a come up, your number is up
Whether you failed or succeeded (in crime), your time will come to an end

Period, make you bleed Caesarean
You'll be made to bleed so much (like a Caesarean section) that it will result in your death

Chop through your body, leave you right in the lobby
They'll chop through you, leaving you either dead or extremely hurt, right in front of the building entrance

Hear me, kid? Extra holes right in your derriere
Listen, kid, and understand. You'll have additional holes on your behind

The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells
When they go on a surprise attack, you'll feel their power and forcefully sent back to the cells

Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again
Two days later and you're back in handcuffs and under lock and key again

Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious
Or, you can rely on the customers, the hardworking individuals, in my famous community

Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (have mercy)
My raps are magnificent and silent like a muffler, worthy of mercy