Artist: Killah Priest f/ Zariya
Album:  The Offering
Song:   PJ's
Typed by: Killah Priest

[Intro: Killah Priest]
In my past, in my present, my name is Priesthood
Uh, it's my televise for you, is it too real for you?

[Killah Priest]
Domination, world population
Keep me running while I'm gunning at Satan
Arms that'll provide, please Lord Let me fly
Give me answers to the when, where, how and why
To questions we ask, back of my school class
I know I'm not a fool, raised by my cool dad
Then he passed, started cutting, smoking hash
Hanging out late, damn I was an ill shorty

[Zariya]
Damn I was an ill shorty
Thinking that he is that my parents were happy for me
Coke, Pepsi, buying me another forty
Getting scary 'cause when I'm playing with my LEGOS
Stacking pieces, I build it like a cave yo

[Killah Priest]
Is it my cage I'm in? Is it the rage I'm in?
Why'd they degrade my skin? This where y'all pray "Amen"
I said my prayers while looking at the gun's flare
The victim falls while the innocent stands

[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest (Zariya)]
Don't blame it on the Sun shine (Yeah, Yeah)
Don't blame it on the Moon light (Yeah, Yeah)
Don't blame it on the hood times (Yeah, Yeah)
Blame it on the +PJ's+ (Yeah, Yeah)

[Both]
In the lab thinking, Hennessey drinking
Play with my ink pen, rhymes start to sink in

[Killah Priest]
Ill thoughts, my own hood maybe my cross
Police - my crown of thorns, same charge y'all pounded on
Sirens swarms, night sits, a pipe lit
On the roof, ice picks, and the white chicks
Someone "shoots, shoot", this whole is crazy
As the herb, smoke swirls, I'm hazy
Can't let the Devil get the best of me
This ghetto is not my legacy, the Planet is
My middle finger to the flag with my bandaged ribs
The other click on the Mag, ITS MONTANA BITCH!!

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Killah Priest]
You gotta see the +PJ's+ for what it is
These are hood parables, good times, the life and what we know
The world is what we know, is like... Time's going slow
You know, you're just gonna pour me a glass of water