Lyrics:
The new life we gonna live, homey I got you
Need a lifeline, I need a rescue
I'm trying to eat, I need to break fast and break through
So I can come
of the kids
That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die
At least that I can say that I tried
[Chorus]
Cause I tried, I tried to do
of the eyes
If we could talk to love
He'd tell us, "lay down all our lives"
Open up His arms, invite us in as "little child"
But we got so much baggage
We keep
Walking for you so impatiently
I know what you want
My roots are yours too
From that look in my eyes
You can really see
Men are not like us
So
evaded by the truth...so I live in recluse
Still tryin' to form the bonds with my grandaddy son
Still tryin' to trace the land that my grandaddy from
Still
My name is Reginald Lafayette Bullock (Thomas/Mack). Son of cnnie Marie Bullock-Pompey and son of a father whom I've never met, cllen Mack. On my
Yeah, know what I'm saying?
Wise Intelligent
Broadcasting live from the top
Of Mt kilimanjaro know what I'm saying?
Hip-hop go wherever I go
For
escaped
With their lives
(Oh boy!)
They excreted soil
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Worms make the dirt
And the dirt makes the earth
And all of the roots have a place
son
Renegade to the core
50 Shades of D - Nuh - Make that a thousand more
I'm blessed by the Most High God - nothing can stop me
Tougher than
I got a son on the way and he gone eat right
On the block every day gotta serve me a fien
The hustle don't stop get it by any means
A dollar
lives
(Oh boy!)
They excreted soil
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Worms make the dirt
And the dirt makes the earth
And all of the roots have a place to sleep now
All
here, the way to disappear
and cut roots and than to cry and than run, run, run
Love,
love and hide it's such a pleasure to me
I'm always surrounding
reflection (reflection)
You come to me and everything seems alright
In these days of cold affections
You sit by me and everything's fine
This could be
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
world's a cruel father
Then I'm his unfilial son
THAT'S RIGHT
FUCK YOU
Be cautious it's loaded
Brain full of content
Tongue's scared to get folded
Nobody
[Hurricane G]
Aiyyo son, you have the right to remain silent
Even though you ain't did NOTHIN violent
So Hurricane G spit this, rip this
Straight
a purchased land
Where no one has known you
If I could leave everything behind
And live by your side
If I could leave my mother
And live a life that's fonder
with a live band
Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand
I just want to move around
And keep it versatile
But tonight some kid took it personal
I
a business
Or to save pedophiles from a prison life
Money's the root of this shit
They fuck our lives up more than the fear of bombs
Our freedom shouldn't be
Against his own son's malignant goal
Now I will warn you that if you go on
You will not live to see the next dawn
Here I ask you to leave this faith
For
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
to a word you've heard
Do not listen to a word you've heard
People are people we live for our own
Live how you think not by what you've been told
I've been
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
cannot die i take the d
ream we're but fools of
our fate on this earth i shall wait by the roots of my soul i
am loosing control take the dream
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