Lyrics:
these interrupting inner voices
Shutting me down again
This white blank page
Stares me in the face
Mumford mumbles in my head
This flesh will go to waste
it, ha ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
So yeah dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we
you what you need to live?
So yeah, dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me
I still read myself in Basket Case
And Welcome to the NHK
I'm a singer looking for redemption and love
Just like Mumford and his sons
You can blame me
Until mid-afternoon in the daylight
He often
Appears exhausted and physically drained
Of his three-year-old
Son, who still lives in Philly
He admit's that
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
a fuck about no karma
Lived in hell before I'm dead
Paved my way, live for my friends
Drip back like a leaking crack
White smoke curling off the can
Dark
to live in this field were the most don't win
Gonna find out real fast why us humans don't have dorsal fins
Approaching all this wisely now by not saying
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
friend each days the beginning yet we’re far from the start
Blank pages full of thoughts
Never know which side I'm on I'm both
We live as one yet learn
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song
(Some of those children are small)
(Little kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song
Save our sons
and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
to make the system look stupid, [yo]
They rather look you in the face and shoot it
And leave your spot looted [or what]
Or leave your whole life blank
a dream
I got a passion for the word and the rhyme scheme
Tryn’a turn a blank page to a widescreen
So kick back, hold a juice and an ice scream
Welcome
Blacks get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
A young soul named
Say you wanna live forever, huh?
I mean, for real for real?
I mean
You really wanna live forever?
Shit, let's, see
I put the foreground
hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (count racks)
For this life we live, on my mama, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('bout that)
I'm 'bout that
I'm 'bout
Left alone with a cold blank stare
I feel like giving up
I was blinded by a paradise
Utopia high in the sky
A dream that only drowned me
Deep in
get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
A young soul named
of the latest Rap Pages
Turn the Projects to black Vegas
Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers
It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
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