Lyrics:
older but they had no shoulders
I'm tired of asking for help, since I was young it's been me by myself
When I got older I say how they felt
They told me
you hear it you gon see
That young Nick Flash is coming up that shit you best believe
I'm thanking God for all the fucking blessings I receive
If you
All our weakness perfect in his strength
Every sin is covered by his grace
The enemy can't stand up to his name
We were made for such a time as this
and whose is not
On that point no one can agree
Meanwhile bombs descend on women and children
When O when will it cease?
When will the fight desist for
one, nigga let's blow this bitch
I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed, whose throat is it?
Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you
feeling empty and bereft
Like a gambler whose got nothing left
You try to find your peace or harmony
Everyone is gone there's nothing left to see
You won't
Corporatized by the vile - they smile and fill
Black bodies in the pen it's the men they kill
3 strikes, whose life? Not my life yours
Put the men into prison
goes?
"Oh, oh one more chance."
Oh is it too late to change the way we're bound to go?
Is it too late?
Then surely one of us must know.
The naked
She said that she loves him
But loving him is slime
He said he'll come by two
Didn't show till five
I don't know why you crying
Like you didn't know
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing
speaks a different story over me
I was held captive
But He set me free
Immature though I am
God is the I Am
Whose love goes endlessly
Even in spite of me
I
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
[Chorus]
Ayo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front
so its' inheredit-
Tary and very necessary to shine
Legendarily, heavily refined
Contemporaries like the Roots is so rad it's like dag
Which bag did
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
found you
I tend to ask is it worthless if you found truth
We get lost and always worry how we find time
I get it right by giving thanks that I found mine
realize it's what I want to do
It's what I want to do
They say I'm wrapped around your finger
But they don't understand
That what we got is more than just
a shadow ending its reign?
Barefoot and humble
I played my role
I fought to make sure that life itself is whole
Stop embracing the emptiness
And smash your
known to sell heir, got game like a politician
whose trying to add on, when it's not addition
You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out
From the slaveship to the chain
From the task master's whip to my brain
Kidnapped, enslaved, raped
And killed by the lynch clan
Again and again
Is it
come to know
Whose a friend and whose a foe
When you're broken and it's cold
Those who love you let it show
Love is patient, Love is kind
In the valley
(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same
last year everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
All
shadows in the sun
Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom crashin'
Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashin' for
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