Lyrics:
miss a talent this sharp
I cut a path, running past
Chopping blades of grass
My young boy days have passed
So now I raise a glass
Swallow beers
fight
I see no fear, but it’s on sight
For niggas who violating on my life
I know I’m nothing like other niggas
I worked while they hated and slept on me
of my tongue
And be makin em manifest that I be rockin the young
Flowin this style I be singin and bringin
It's breakin the people and go in the mind
I was born
You can brood by a brook
And whisper to water
Don’t worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows
It fills the holes…
Trying to make a dime, black man change your state of mind
Peace! to PE, BDP and X-Clan when I give a pound
It's never with my left hand
Styles are
to you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls.
and to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,
the curse I shall invoke
the misanthropic curse, with its
doubts you had will soon be cleared
Young Teach was a sailor like many
But he had more ambition than twenty
One night he made a deal
And with that his
living
No pushing away
Don't know what to say
To wake up from the ruse
But I'll take control
Over what I will
Choose to live by, strong intention,
to save him
The angel without wings
Time, will it tell, a choice of heaven or hell
The years have passed by, the leaves have fallen
Learn to survive in
lines anytime niggas drown
Called themselves the best it's I hear
Doesn't hit the same
How far will all the hate bro
I'm war ready I'm soldier boy I'm
It was 1974
When Muhammad Ali fought George Foreman in Zaire
And once more
Muhammad Ali shocked the world
It was 4am South African time
3am Zairen
ah oh (She’s Diva)
Oh ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh aw oh oh
(Break it down)
I’m A Diva, I Will Please Ya
I know you’re blown away, it’s a natural reaction
It's up to you, it surely can be done
Young and old are doing it, I'm told
Just one try and you too will be sold
It's called 'Le Freak', they're doing it
a young bitch
Eating mushrooms on a tool deck long
Trip is on off a molly cups same kiss
Come sip on meth, on coke
Crush it with the credit card
Or the room
moving graves
Young futures that will never be the same again
For how long
Must this go on?
Round round on a carousel
Blood on the conveyor belt
Lost
Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by
a lot
I've thought a man was judged by the money that he got
But money will not take me back to days when I was young
I guess my heart would break, if I
door
Their poor young solder of sixteen, no older
Did not make it home
Oh, no, have you heard the news today?
They say London's burning down once again
[Verus 1:]
It's like my lifes a song and everyone knows it
If my lights are on then everyone's home and that's a serious shindig
A guaranteed fix
Ah, put that away darling, goodness gracious
you going to embarress me in front of this lot
It's certainly fine darling. Is my bow tie on properly?
you better stop
It's the summertime and young bodies begin to drop
From pops of glocks
Blood drips and bodies rot
Caught in the crossfire look for cover
of me
So let it be, Ima ride on my enemy
But when they bury me, I fear where my soul will be
Eternally searchin for light patna, but I'm in the midst
a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves at
Was only seven
mind will come around
I revisit those days when we were young Unaware that life had just begun
Running but naked around the train tracks Golden days
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