Lyrics:
and the headline read
"All-American Comeback Kid"
He was recruited by the best schools in the land
He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
Tore up boots and a dusty road
The ole tales of american history told
A man once stood high on his horse
And stared down the barrels of just
bang pretty hard
The pain og had when he showed me his scars
The child he had hit when the shoots in the car
The tears he had shed when they murdered
VERSE|HE WAS THE CAPTAIN OF HIS TEAM HIS SENIOR YEAR|HAD THAT LOOK IN HIS EYE THAT SAID NO FEAR|DOWN BY SIX – BALL ON THE TEN|HE SAID HUDDLE UP,
the headline read
All American come back kid
He was recruited by the best schools across the land
But he decided to sign with uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
mon, certified
Gangsta, check me
I’m bout my fetti strapped always
Ready wan fi test me
Let’s see
If a nigga made out the concrete
I bring it to his wild
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads,
American dream is it really what it seems
Whats your definition You putting in that repetition
Stacking some paper you trying to come up on a mission
the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
Gurley
Say His Name
Gabriella Nevarez
Say Her Name
Tamir Rice
Say His Name
Say His Name
Say His Name
These are just a few of the Black americans killed by
since I was 16
Came to my senses
I'm African-American, I'm African
I'm black as the moon
Heritage of a small village
Pardon my residence
Came from
on them front line, nigga, ya lunch time
I'm by them stop sign, you love that wi-fi
On mamas for them dirty dollars, brains on collars
Park the car
intuition or languish and peruse?
More like tap into tradition from the angle of my mood
He looked back at his canvas while strangling a tube
A master
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Physical education is being taught by the streets
Sex education is being replaced by teen pregnancy
And there's no need for math class if the streets is
Before the aliens came part
Remember that, I'm not a fan of the sci-fi
Like dial-up's not a fan of the wi-fi
I'm in your eyes like little reflective little
his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale
a young lion who must learn to accept his destiny as the rightful king of the Pride Lands after his father is killed by his uncle, Scar. The film's stunning
Down the road where the black top ends,
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends,
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,
But the concept of guilty by association really don’t apply to this
Ride with us
Ominous feelin’ the nighttime
Bet you catch a vibe that I fathered,
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
of a disguise
Racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia
Been backed up by a cabinet ignoramus
Trump been acting with a stick right up his anus, entertainment for
the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat 2X)
found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand
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