Lyrics:
My brothers need to be saved
From the dungeon
That's on God
And that's for starters
Are you ready for the torture
Are you ready for the agony
Live in
of you crying
[Gwen Stefani:]
Oh, brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
[Jermaine Dupri:]
That's Right
[Aaron Lewis:]
You know
up in the crib
Lately it feel I been dying to live
Lately it feel I been dying to live
I'm reminiscing about all the shit that I did in my past
But I
the time
Now I'm supposed to follow their guidelines
Like they was drawn by gods lines
And everything they do is holy
And I'm a sinner just for speaking my
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking
All containing
One life to live but we're doing it wrong you see
Got my brother down cause it's nothing to me
(Yeah, it's nothing to me)
Everyone saying that
Look at the world right now
They say bad times always get better but we going through the worst right now
Don't know why all my brothers keep dying
of a memory
The night beneath the moon, by embers of dying flames
Would forever change the course of their lives
Waking to the dawn as something more
In
(Ahahahaha, wow)
Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people
selling cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowing how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment
momma, can I have a chocolate and vanilla cone
"Not until you eat some real food! You know your dinner's cold
Everything appears copacetic
But for one
live like I want to
Cuz I have to it has to
Be what I want for us to
Hit the beach in LA
Hit the beach girls like beach ball
Get 'em girls hopes up
Exposing the corroborator is a must
You want us to live in poverty is it by force
Lekwe agwo politicians we cannot trust
My people me pe anya gi me pe anya
texts and calls on your phone
And you ain't write this in the rain, it was sunshine
This is not for metaphors, ain't no punchlines
So, let's talk about
soulja I'ma drown someone Who Makaveli? I give you eight to ya belly For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me My brother Seeky, I'ma ride all
through my scriptures
Music gives me fixture
Writing from my conscience like I'm laying out the picture
Live it like I live for, just damaging my liver
I’m kind of tired, a Nigga can’t breathe
How can someone live a life in this heat
Struggling finding some money too eat
Constantly I cannot get me no
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
to sleep it off
All your brothers, they my brothers, I would ride for them
I been by myself, it been hard to make time for them
Let them know their guardian
and brothers to all our friends
We love and we are loved, to be honest that's the end
Why do we deserve to be fighting and dying in battle
When the judges are
Should I ever live to fulfill this dream
Would I ever kill for the life of the team?
If I ever came between you and the green
Who's the fiend? By any
for a spin
Brothers getting baby mothers dead or in the pen
And black girls never trusting black men to defend
But we're dying on the road for the code
the first reality
We should live by
Not judgin from what's on the inside
You hate us for the color of our skin?
Why?
What will it take for you to see?
We're
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