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He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
Smeared his lipstick, made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door
Man
so that his boss won't forget (Upper crust)
His wife was replaced by a young actress (Rich man)
Champagne and caviar are left at his door (Rich man
still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by (Man how does it feel? you grew up here)
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you try? (How
want to front on k
Why the fine hoes can't have one on the way
I prolly tell her to keep it
It'll be our little secret
Boniquan now my shorty looking
to the gold in their hearts
Who would've thought how fast the power would sway
Day by day, I'm living my life
And I'll stick it to the man who's got me running
recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along
recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
by ten
My god I'm in to everything
My mind is a maze and I'm finding the way to be lost in it hey
I got too much to say
But we are finding our way
got that off the bows
Chef Boyardee, the way I play with The stove 100 million plus street Nigga goals
By the way that I'm ballin', I'm on my Way
it's time to fight our way back to the light
Channel and use it dismantle and choose it to be your guide it's time to fight our fucking way back
find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
We're all blacks tryna run our own race in our own way
Feeling pressure from our own race
Strugglin' to relate
In a black man's eyes, I see pride, see
family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk
way, let's tell our story, let the music play.
Foster care, haven found, soul's ascent, stable ground. Young performer takes the stage, voice soars,
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
, baby
Give me a chance to be your man, baby
Oh
We gon' make our getaway
On a back road bound by love
Yeah, we gon' make our getaway
On a back
just take you home
Aye I'll do you one even better man
I'll stake out our place just in case some shit goes down tonight
You'd stay up that late for me
get upset because they can't flee us
Man yall be killing me
All we wanted was peace and tranquility
But I guess our presence just a threat your
that way
Ooh
Back in those days, yeah
When my day with my father came
It wasn't nothing like the days in his Father's time when he was a little man
criminal corporations big pharma and
The military tankers spraying the air
Need to be stopped for once and for all
And we can only do that by taking back our
our sense of community
One man's profit is another man's pain, ones suffering and another man's gain, the way we treat each other is a goddamn shame
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