Lyrics:
put me on them dominos we ain't playing cards
I never show my hand you never knew me from the start
B lazing up outside the park i think that shit what
First things first, I came from dirt
Don't cross me son because you're bound to get burnt
Woe to them who stand up firm
Against thou sheep who be
a darker one ma live inquiry you can’t go to sleep on
I’ve never been took in out I keep mcs looking out I keep mcs go crazy
I’ve never been took in out I
a ghetto world
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
It's a struggle but I gotta maintain
Welcome to the ghetto where
Forever be the same
Hard times got my people
nature I'm forced
To live dis life more purposefully,
Extended grace so mercifully
Now I find myself in places I know I ain't supposed to be
Keep your
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
nigga
I be Christopher walking
I be drinking patron and rolling the cones
Fucking with bitches, Erica knows
Hating on snitches and err'one knows
be christopher walking
I be drinking patron and rolling the cones
Fucking with bitches, Erica knows
Hating on snitches and err'one knows
Observing
was my crony,
Lot of kids are like me
But somehow we never cross each other's road
So we learn to live in solitude (Shh)
Never talk unless we're spoken
in christ so we got to be different
How we gonna be the same when we been repositioned
Lay it at the cross lay it lay it on down
You werent made
song
Its the same ole song
You know what it is forced to get it how we live
Its the same ole song
Same ole same ole
They know im on my wave now they
Ain't ever asked for shit so ain't nobody I'm owing
The day a nigga cross me the same day I'll be blowing like a knee cap
He strapped, up like warfare
vision
I am RUNNIN
Gotta get em
Ever lookin
I’m a tell em
That
Christ be the
well for the livin
If you
wanna be
never Dying n free
Come ride with
I was lost and YOU turn me to the cross
Amazing YOU changed me from inside I
Don't wanna live a lie
LORD shape me please make me
CHRIST like
down witcha
Back at the high, '84, '85
Lunch time at the break, hip-hop kid live
No jive, I see Boogie be and Commando
Valentino D, we all had plans
of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used
blue
Our white counterparts don't live the same fear we do
Ok this land was never free but it's the home of the bravest
How could you call it free when
blame game
Lately I been on the road I'm state to State ain't never home
It's crazy how she wanna fuck soon as I put da bezel
Jesus cross around my
shreds
And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead
But I'd never curse their names
Oh, who am I to blame
I know I'd do the same
Enemies, I made some enemies
They don't wanna see me win but I be seeing everything (Ooo yeah)
Don't care bout what they no ima listen to the better
And even if they're clean as phuck, never been worn
What, you think you're gonna get a million for'em
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their
make me pepe
This life na turn by turn
And this year go be my own
Enemies dem no fit block me
This life you gat live it wise my brother ehh
Cos I've been
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
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