[Intro Wise Intelligent] Yo feel that, that piano is good This is it right here, PJ This is it [Chorus] If I had another chance tonight Id try to tell you that the things we had were right If I had another chance tonight Just one more chance Id try to tell you that the things we had were right [Verse 1 Wise Intelligent] Look, if Timothy Taylor was given, a chance to do it again, I Would probably change a few things, Id listen to me a bit more Id travel the world with three brides, no hate, to each his own My name would no longer be Wise, youd call me Jesus Jones Pop off the hammer for Jers, return of a prodigal son Go tell your favorite MCs to give him his style back, here he comes If Timothy Taylor was given one chance to spit it again, he Would rinse it until its empty, lock up to the track like Cythie Black youth would come to the forefront, hip hop would feed the masses No weapon formed against us would prosper or harass us Id educate your babies, Id teach black men to raise them Id civilize your ladies, Id be Captain SaveAHo If Timothy Taylor was given a second chance at life Id tell Shaheed and Culture that what we had was right I wouldnt have let my sister be murdered on the train tracks I wouldnt have watched my old earth expire in the projects [Chorus] If I had another chance tonight Id try to tell you that the things we had were right If I had another chance tonight Id try to tell you that the things we had were right [Verse 2 Wise Intelligent] Yo, if Wise Intelligents given one chance to make it whole Id buy back all your souls, Id give you crowns of life Id bulldoze all the projects, Id build ghettos of grandeur Let Jadakiss ask why, Im here to provide the answers No longer a need for black folk, see physical labors cheap Job market in constant decline, they movin em overseas Get money the motive the ghetto, pitch coke [?] No love for the poverty stricken, youth clique up and form the gang If Wise Intelligents given a second chance to say this I wouldnt water it down to compliment your radio playlist I learned the hard way theres no such thing as black broadcasters Theyre simply puppets at the mercy of their slave masters Whatever you think, believe in, becomes the world around you Poor people, think abundance, riches will soon surround you If Wise Intelligents given a chance to do it again Id think the thoughts of prophets, Id rid the world of sin [Chorus] If I had another chance tonight Id try to tell you that the things we had were right If I had another chance tonight Just one chance Id try to tell you that the things we had were right [Verse 3 Wise Intelligent] Theres no longer a need for rappers, Jesus Jones has entered the building That certain way you feelin bout what I be talkin bout Talk shit while Im walkin out, never let hate control your thinkin Im he who speaks believin, who hip hop fans are seekin If Timothy Taylor was given a second chance at life, I Would probably not even rap, Id open up school abroad If Wise Intelligents blessed with another chance to live, I Would live for the love of the people, a little bit closer to God Id bind the brokenhearted, free the captive, touch the blind Crush the grapes, say the grace and prepare the wine Forgive the sins of our fathers for which we suffer today Return the sons of mothers who mourn for [?] the Donnelly [?] Id organize the gangs, Id give em the knowledge and know how Id do this like Reginald Lewis, Id teach em to leverage the buyouts Id give em a love for self, Id wrestle with Hell to be right If Timothy Taylor was given another chance at life [Chorus] If I had another chance tonight Id try to tell you that the things we had were right If I had another chance tonight Id try to tell you that the things we had were right
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