Lyrics:
my friends
Even with a bit of my faith
Maybe I'll find my place
With the twenty years I lived
I had nothing to give
Just a guy with no clue for himself
with nothing and he's too clumsy to fighten
Thinks my "that's enough!"-s are funny, 'til I'm fighting for real
It was probably less than twenty
going 20 MPH
Then the back roads my car slid
Glad me and it were safe
It should've been a 30 minute drive
Turned into 2 hours and swerving, and nearly
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Back in high school days we used to hitch rides to town
We stood out on red cloud road thumbing southbound
So many years gone by so much we left
a dollar?"
But for now I'm sitting in a piggybank
Of an eight year old trying to buy a bike
I'm proud to be a dollar twenty three
On the way to thirty
Trayvon Martin
Regardless of what names are said
By being black we’ve been inside the shoes of all them
The times been tough, the road been hard
But best
Good god man I'm feeling like a maniac
In a contest you get a head start since you need the handicap
Get sniped by my rhymes I'm a sharpshooter with
the fuck was I on? (What the fuck was I on?!)
Mo and George pulled up to the crib
Unimplored, said it's for a check up on the kid
Nothin' more, ain't a war I
fucking feeling it
(When I’m fucking feeling it)
I get up in my feelings and
I start caring bout consequence
(Consequence)
In 20 years I’m losing all
a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
a good man
But lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
a sweater
Just for hitting the road
Would you women let go
Say you got 20/20
Her man's 2004
Maybe I'll give you a try
Can you keep it low?
If I let you
a sweater
Just for hitting the road
Would you women let go
Say you got 20/20
Her man's 2004
Maybe I'll give you a try
Can you keep it low?
If I let you
visions in effect
I'm 20 20 vision stunning
I'm just here to set
A standard for the ones that's coming up next
Ripping it up like the lines that fill my
grind I'm tryna run up bookoo commas[01:17.10]A nigga on the road to riches puttin on bookoo mileage[01:20.75]I can spot a snake a mile away I got bookoo
grind I'm tryna run up bookoo commas[01:17.01]Yeah your boy on the road to riches puttin on bookoo mileage[01:20.70]I can spot a snake a mile away I got
Seems like yesterday I was twenty-five
Thundering down River Road, glad to be alive
Lived my '20s like a bullet from an outlaw's gun
The grave
push the breaks
And if it get slow I told mama I'd go push the weight
They talking independent im the one who really living it
30 racks in 2022 next year
a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
I've got a house down by the ocean
The rent is not too high
And I love to watch the ships come in
And hear the seagulls cry
And lately I've been
Record, record
Hurt, hurt, hurt
Drinking a lot by myself
Trying to give space
Given space for years
"Our intentions were good, until they were not"
Over
mental prison I live in
Cause I am so conditioned
By my privilege, what a strange contradiction
To grow up brown in Britain
And know that your living was
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