Lyrics:
way cross the floor
To the place where you stand
He's walking, he's flying
The poor boy is trying to be by your side
When the waltzing begins
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town,
A fine tin roof with real wooden
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden
on the street
Words on the walls with crooks and the thieves
Rich and the poor politicians and more
People turn fake when you be stacking your bag
Even your own
Everyone's criss cross like Kyrie I ball
You all talking shit saying that I will fall
But no one is stopping cause I'm standing tall
Call me the bomb cause I
of the cross
Anyone may come there
For there is no cost
Rich man or poor man
Bond man or free
The ground was leveled
That day at Calvary
Level, level,
tough walk
Jivetalk
Double cross
Sneakin down the side street hidin from the sun
Makin them big plans
Big man
Be this man
Gonna make a million
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
man
I'd build a big, tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would
man
I'd build a big, tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would
I’m a poor country boy, only doing what I’m told
Always abiding, by the law
I did nothing wrong, but I’m on the run
Cause the sheriff’s put a price
be like 'Boyz N Hood', affiliated by my brothers
Worship higher powers, folks impoverished, drinking from the chalice
So they say it's his blood, be
projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his
man get it out of my face'
Poor little Craig and his poor little mates,
Went digging for treasure but what they found was a grave,
'Ahhh Look theres
of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said
of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows
That pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity
CHORUS #1:
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
harmony
In ecstasy
In agony
The ants go marching
One by one under ground
You could probably catch its tail
If you tuned that tiger around
So soft spoken
panic
We cross the borders to take all American orders
Doing work worth dollars but we get paid quarters
We save businesses thousands a day
By doing jobs
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
Come you sinners poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Grace requires nothing more,
I will arise
to cross the chessboard
Cuz life’s a chess game
Just gotta keep fighting till the fucking endgame
And rearrange your deranged little game
And turn
R. O. B.O. T. LETS SEE,
Who gets the worst RNG,
Me, the poor worker bee without any money?
Luck severely lacking,
Born to median income bracket,
don't win this race Lord, Lord life is hard for a poor man of my race.
So go get me my oak-handled twelve pound sledge and a shaker who knows how to sing.
So tired of being doubted by all the skeptics
I'm so tired of being tired that i'm narcoleptic
All my messages in raps amount to sewer septics
It's
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