Lyrics:
No pigs pulling a triggers then standing idly By
Watching her daughter Cry as she Dies in Agony.
No pass for Reagan and Charlie Wilson arming Osama
No
my way
Am here to buy my way
You wanna do this close to perfection
Just do it by my way
But that's the way
What do you really wanna say
If you ain't
is what I say I mean rap
Not mumble in the jungle like
Bearcat
This here is that get your life Up dap
A nigga need when he going Through the rat map
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
choke on something is gross in it
Joking this vocalist by himself when he wrote this shit
I survive living in my mind
That line is for the people
This one's for the mothers who have lost a child
This one's for the gypsies who left their hearts behind
This is for the strangers sleepin' in my
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
been lookin' for a real friend!
The prayers of the righteous availeth much
I can't do it by myself.
No, no, no, no, no, no more.
No, no, no, no, no
Pulled into the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of marchers
In my head like, "is this awkward?
Should I even be
What is it?
Could you please help me find my way back to the junkyard so I can meet my friend Charlie?
Of course! I need to go in the direction
I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain
That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then
It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
Blessed are You, O LORD, Who heals the sick of Your people Israel.
*Personal prayers for the ill may be inserted here.
Bless this year on our behalf, O
can think of is Bob’s dick
I need you, Bob
My heart stops
So much pain, liquor bottle drops
It’s a lot, Amy a bot
Didn’t even get to know what Charlie
to be a roofer
Now I'm fully focused on my future
I'm heading straight without the ruler
Surrounded by realer but fewer
My mind is different but super
Its
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
day
Just remember this
All you gotta do is wish for me
All you have to do is say a little prayer
All you need to do is call my name
And I will be
Baby, the world's in an awful place
The system's all a sham
But as long as I have you in my life
Life is grand
Maybe the whole thing's been rigged
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
the warriors
I’m bringing the pain
Snipe with the beast, militant mind-frame
Rapper K is the answer to the
Question of who is it got the call from the
Flip my
Stronger than the muscle
Link with you uh fuck no
Spazz on you i wilson
Like the name was russell
Living is a struggle
Tear drop by the puddle
lives, it breathes,
it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own.
It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could
ever dream, at least in my case
So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
So deep in this swill with the most
Dieing to get my weight up
Fighting for that paper
Lord I've been praying
You hear my prayers
Not sure it even
Make sense no more
But still I keep
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