{Just Another Day}-1st single off TOS Album

Just another day,in this cold confused liberty city.
Just another day,in this manic and confused world.
Other day,a man got only got eight years,for fucking his girl.
An she was just Fourteen,yes,not his wife his f-ing daughter.
if I could,I wouldn't let him in the cell,I would let him in the slaughter.
Or put him in the ring with every boxing chamipion.
Tied,bleeding,limbless.Begging more mercy in the corner.
This so called,democratic world isn't half democratic as it look.
Got more phonies,in the laws of institution degree book.
Just the other day,a man done got snatched by a clan,
They beat him up bad,took his watches and chains.
Turn out they were country boys,got let off the hook,
Now you telling me,if it was a urban gang,it would've been the same.
Now surely,that's not the justice in action an the right way.
Well I got news for you,it's just another day.

Nowerdays you have more crackheads,sniffing more than dealing.
Peeling shells out the pistol,rather than healing,from the heroin.
People in the slums,high a fuck,thinking they've seen lilly Zepphalin.
I heard from a dude,I knew back in elementatory.
He told me about another dude I knew,who started selling coke at Tweleve.
Sure bet,that thug going to be visiting hell.
Anyway,first it was packing in brown bags for him,then the nike shoe boxes.
Then it became pick-up an not deals,stash them in the lockers.
First it was him an his brother now he got a team.
Went from five and a half grams,now he living the american dream.

City been sucked up into sex,drugs an violence,it all the same format.
Expect this from a dealer.
For example,Bentley is all marble in the door and floor match.
Got a Ferrari and a GT,Gold an Silver soverigns lying,under the car mat.
In the VIP room,watching the Lakers an the Bullets,playing the grand match.
This world,denies all this happening,people becoming made,
From all this bullshit.
People getting drugs,prostitutes,an booze.And they getting pay.
Just remember,It just another day.