| 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 |
| It’s really real, the way I’m feelin' right now |
| At five o’clock in the morning |
| The crack of dawn-in-a |
| 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’s really real, the way I’m feelin' right now |
| At five o’clock in the morning |
| The crack of dawn-in-a |
| 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) |
| It’s really real, the way I’m feelin' right now |
| At five o’clock in the morning |
| The crack of dawn-in-a |
| Now where you at? |
| Now are you a criminal? |
| A where you at, where you at? |
| It’s really real, the way I’m feelin' right now |
| At five o’clock in the morning |
| The crack of dawn-in-a |