Lyrics:
Speak to me Lord
Just tell me what to tell 'em
Somebody gonna listen to me
If it ain't nothin' but one of them
Somebody out there lost
Somebody out
overwhelmed with fear of what could happen
But I'd be damned if I wouldn't give it my best try
Meet me in Union Square Park
No one else is there after dark
We
I sell me a record
If on records
I speak honestly?
Truthfully speaking
Most the media is CIA
They in the hood
And I don't mean where the negroes stay
could be
Should wouldn't be my bitch if
She wasn't real wit me
These niggas crossed the line 'bout pussy
I cross the line and show you I'm not pussy
It's
real
And he'll defend my speech
I can't even flex on satan if I wanted to
I wish I could tell myself what's up but I ain't got a clue
God gone get it
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
the man)
My pole tucked, six paths
You could walk if it "Blam!" ("Blam!")
Pullin' straps out like I got Susanoo hands
(Like I got Susanoo hands)
You hear
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart softly pounding
Only she was lying by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
I
at all
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart softly pounding
Only she was lying by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once
my heart too big to measure it
Step on the gas, I'm standin' up 'cause I could never sit
Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been
If
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
coffin -
said I not that my senses were acute?
I heard the scraping, the scraping of her nails -
but I dared not, I dared not speak
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
a first hello!
All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws
Always talkin bout
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart softly pounding
Only she was lying by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
I
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
ain't even needing no reaching out
Cause I've been doin' hella shit you could speak 'bout
I'm treated like a legend in my city and I know it's lookin'
mining white man's gold
I had to leave and go back to Manhattan
Where all my stories are bought and sold
I know the city would surely be saddened, if
If I want it
Im Gonna get it
Speak that shit into existence
Speak that shit into existence
Speak that shit into existence
These results as my
This Manhattan man
Says I miss Manhattan, man
And if you don’t understand, that’s fine with me
But if I could see Manhattan, man
I’d scream
at all
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'
Only if she were lying by me
Would I rest in my bed
at all
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'
Only if she were lying by me
Would I rest in my bed
getting knocked down by my fears
I smear them and move on that's how I was raised
But I fear that if I stay here I'll just stay afraid
I can't lie to you,
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